They say that the body is not of a durable kind Just cosmic pedestrians destined as bones in the ground While we and our fortunes are gathering dust We yearn for a hope that would lay those assumptions to rest I know where that hope lives And I know what it's like to be loved Hate is a swindler and often we know we've been had We do unto others, then run with a leisurely laugh And when we've had all our barbarian fun We yearn for hearts that would soften like wax in the sun I know about forgiveness And I know what it's like to be loved Oh shall we lie dormant with no everlasting exchange? With no fascination beyond the terrestrial range? As our inheritance seems swept out to sea We ache with a knowledge that that's not the way it should be I know that's not the way it is And I know what it's like to be loved I know that's not the way it is And I know what it's like to be loved