The Primitive - The Tears

Oh, sometimes I look out to the sea

And I see the birds and I feel the breeze

And I want the waves and the rocks

And the leaves to define me And sometimes I look up to the sky

And I see the clouds and I see the light

And I want the stones and the mud

And the night to define me

'Cause I am the insect in the jar

I am the fly caught in the tar

I am the worm inside your drain

Yes we all come back to the primitive again

Oh, sometimes I look out to the sea

And I see the birds and I feel the breeze

And I want the waves and the rocks

And the trees to define me And sometimes I look up to the sky

And I see the clouds and I see the light

And I want the stones and the mud

And the night to define me

'Cause I am the insect in the jar

I am the fly caught in the tar

I am the worm inside your drain

Yes we all come back to the primitive again

'Cause I am the insect in the jar

I am the fly caught in the tar

I am the worm inside your drain

Yes, we all come back to the primitive again

And we all come back to the primitive again

And we all come back to the primitive again

And we all come back to the primitive again

The primitive again

The primitive again