Primitive Heart - Cocteau Twins

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 psyche 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