Primitive Man

Oh, the time that you broke down and told me that one dream Your eyes a bit misty and so sincere Where the rivers were veins so relentlessly pumping And the sky was a monster made out of tears I recall when you woke up and told me another Of huge uncontrollable helium hands And an antelope's heart and a quiver of arrows Were the gifts that you got from the primitive man Well, the time you were screaming and sweating and crying Dreaming of a ride in a leaky raft Down the rivers, the veins so relentlessly pumping Deep into the heart of the primitive man Deep into the heart of the primitive man Deep into the heart of the primitive man One two three stop