| Song | The Primitive |
| Artist | The Tears |
| Album | Lovers |
| 作词 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler | |
| 作曲 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Brett Anderson Bernard Butler | |
| zuò qǔ : Brett Anderson Bernard Butler | |
| 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 |