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Like you, I'm often amused the times I think back on the past Right here, our ancestors used to love irrational acts One glance, one look was all it took to signal a touch of fingers locking Fingers then the skin would entreat the skin nothing said I've heard it told that all they did was loosen control as lips would Come to lips and thighs to wrists and through give and take, take and give I can't imagine it now, seems rather pointless anyhow Plus if you tried it for kicks, you'd get righteously denounced Somewhere inside of me, I want to feel and touch and One night I had a dream, flowers falling It seems something has gone away, I want to lead it back and Sometimes I hear a voice calling, calling me But don't take me literally, don't take this seriously No, I don't suffer from superstition And yet sometimes I have to think about this ancient instinct Sometimes I wonder if we've evolved at all So yeah I've got this idea but I can't test it on my own Be my accomplice in crime, I need you here all alone Like you I'm often amused the times I think back on the past Right here our ancestors used to like irrational, ecstatic play Somewhere inside of me One night, I had a dream It seems something has gone away Sometimes, I hear a voice