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