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

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