Oh sometimes I look out to the seanAnd I see the birds and I feel the breezenAnd I want the waves and the rocks and the leaves to define mennAnd sometimes I look up to the skynAnd I see the clouds and I see the lightnAnd I want the stones and the mud and the night to define menn'Cos I am the insect in the jarnI am the fly caught in the tarnI am the worm inside your drainnYes we all come back to the primitive againnnOh sometimes I look out to the seanAnd I see the birds and I feel the breezenAnd I want the waves and the rocks and the trees to define mennAnd sometimes I look up to the skynAnd I see the clouds and I see the lightnAnd I want the stones and the mud and the night to define menn'Cos I am the insect in the jarnI am the fly caught in the tarnI am the worm inside your drainnYes we all come back to the primitive againnn'Cos I am the insect in the jarnI am the fly caught in the tarnI am the worm inside your drainnYes we all come back to the primitive againnAnd we all come back to the primitive againnAnd we all come back to the primitive againnAnd we all come back to the primitive againnnThe primitive againnThe primitive again