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