Emerging out of the darkness Out of the gloom of the cave An image in ochre and red An idea from another day

A dream of a primitive life Etched on a cavern wall It speaks to the primitive mind And gives out its siren call

A primeval dream as you sleep A visiou without any words It calls to the primitive urge No care for your modern concerns

A primeval dream in the night And surely nothing that's real But somehow it feels so right A secret so ancient revealed