The Primitives

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Forget your family son The face on the clock, your foreign body The ship is just a frame Pinpoint eyes, seething decks, and pain [Verse 2] You wonder how it should be You wonder how it should go Then deny no loathsome thing Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion swing [Verse 3] Forget your yesterdays son The face on the clock, your foreign body The ship is just a frame Pinpoint eyes, seething decks, and pain