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 Or 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 One two three stop --- Primitive Man - Fruit Bats