You were the one
That captured the sun
And made all the others was all the fire out
You were the see
That stormed everything
And into the others, out of the loin's mouth
You were making sounds
Primitive and underground
And she was such a hound
Innocent and all around
We were making sounds
Primitive and underground
She was such a hound
All around, all around
She was such a hound
Each one falls into the next one
Falls into the next one
