Primitive Heart

Closer

Must connect

Some waters to dilute

This little death

Burning as alcohol

My solar flare of love

Soul psyche instinct

Dialecticts

Sneek and cop

Seek and show

Lover must have a man

To please or make you mad

Missed your clean lonely heart

Spill things fresh as sugar

Midnight he sing blue

Come see me

Oh, what woman can sing without loving the primitive heart?

Heart, heart, loving the primitive heart

Stay, stay, caught in a surfacing state Though the soul must convey

Some more tears to delete

He is there to your death

Burning as alcohol

Must so live, flower of love

So's the key in staged

Dialectics

Sneaking out, suitcase shown

Lover must have a man

To quiz of making man

This joy, pain on her heart

Smooth things frame till sugared

Midnight he'll sing blue

Cuz he's silly

What woman can sing

Without loving the primitive heart

Heart, heart

Loving the primitive heart

Strain, strain

Clouding yourself by seeing strain