This must be love
This must be what they talk about
This must be love
This must be the greatest thing called love

Now I’m standing on a place called earth
Is it heaven or is it dirt
Old men are talking I can’t hear if it makes sense
But then they’re kissing and acting like friends

A man and woman I can see them doing things
No close encounter I can see that it stinks
They’re waving banners for a world that will be better
And they’re worshipping figures that have never been there

Mission completed I think I’ll go home
I found out things that I never had known
I’m picking up roots of understanding
And maybe somewhere maybe somehow
I will know