Do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know what love is?

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is? 

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is? 

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is?  

Is it the quick burned fire of desire?
A bonfire that burns itself so high that it dies
Is it that which is justified by the eyes?
Beautified in lies

Do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know what love is?

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is?

Maybe it's the breath of our innermost
Maybe it's the mornings joined on seperate coasts
Maybe it's the air in spite of seperation
Like the rapture of a fully undersexed embrace

Is it when we no longer seek the change?
Is it when the mind and the sex have the same name?
Is it being desired despite disgrace?
Is it when we unravel at our own pace?

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is 

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is 

I think I know
I think I know
I think I know what love is 

I think it's the bottom end of the bass
I think it's the come of coming out into the interlace
I think it's when your hands fill and trace my landscape
I think it's the hesitant look on your face
I think it's the hesitant look on your face
I think it's the hesitant look on your face