Oh 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 look out at the sea and I see the waves and I feel the breeze
And I want the rocks and the birds 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, oh

And sometimes I stare 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

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, oh

Cos I am the insect in the tar
I am the worm in the jar
I am the creature inside your brain
Yes we all come back to the primitive again