Primitive

When the night is young in the land I'm from The seasons ghost away The starts at night obscured by light Can still lead me though this Don't know where I want to be But I'm glad that you're with me And all I know is it'd be easy to leave And in my mind I can't see the street Where you and I will live You still can't see the stars at night But were not primitive Don't know where I want to be Oh but I'm glad that you're with me And all I know is it'd be easy to leave