Sometimes I look up to the sky and I see the clouds and I see the light and I want the stars and the mud and the night to define me, And sometimes I stare out at 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
Cos I am the insect in the jar, I am the spider in the tar, I am the worm inside your drain, Yes we all come back to the primitive again
And sometimes I look out at the trees and I forget about the complexities that scratch and scrape and hate and tease all around me, And sometimes I drift out with the wind and the silence tells me simple things and I want my lungs and my legs and my skin to define me,
Yes I am the insect in the jar, I am the spider in the tar, I am the worm inside your drain, Yes we all come back to the primitive again.