I Know What It's Like To Be Loved

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
Well 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 a heart that would soften like wax in the sun
Well 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
Well I know that’s not the way it is
And I know what it’s like to be loved
Well I know that’s not the way it is
And I know what it’s like to be loved
Well I know that’s not the way it is
And I know what it’s like to be loved