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