Lyrics:

By acquaintance of Penelope Tree
I met a man who was good to me
I'm not talking about photography
I'm talking about love
We booked a honeymoon up on Mars
We lay around for hours and hours
Talking about philosophy
Talking about love

Everything, it must be true
Whatever happens, comes back to you
Yeah, yeah

We're so glad that we don't know anything about love
We're so glad that we don't know everything about love

I've got a humorous erotic watch
The best thing that I ever bought
I've got a motorway in my head
I've got a double sized cigarette
And when the temperature drops below
I know why I need love

And there's a cold Siberian wind
Blowing across our town
Oh the answer's where I've been
I have found...
Yeah yeah

We're so glad that we don't know anything about love
We're so glad that we don't know everything about love

Now it's 1994
I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor
My prayer mat is full of holes
Patch it with love
Patch it with love

And everything comes back to you
Whatever happens, it must be true
Yeah, yeah

We're so glad that we don't know anything about love
We're so glad that we don't know everything about love

Like I said
We don't know anything about it
We're so glad that we don't know anything about it
We're so glad that we don't know anything about
We're so glad that we don't know anything
We're so glad that we don't know any
We're so glad that we don't know
We're so glad that we don't
We're so glad that we
We're so glad that
We're so glad
We're so
We're

So glad that we don't know anything about love
We're so glad that we don't know anything about love