Two round little stones on the roof with us
We throw 'em off, perfectly in love
To the old ground below
And I say it's so, cause I say it's so
And oh, then we loosen up
We all loosen up with the setting sun
Aglow in our heart of hearts
Which shall beat for us - the club and club
You know what I'm thinking of
And I thought a lot, about the thougths I've got
As the old wind blows

And we will know what it is
We will know what it is

I no longer look in the branches of a dozen fallen logs
For an answer, love
To my old aching heart and my aching thoughts of a lover gone
And oh, then we loosen up and start saying stuff
We are saying stuff
Alone, in our common lots, of "I want, I want - but I don't know what"
And won't till my soul dissolves
When my soul dissolves, like a setting sun
Or a falling stone

And we will know what it is
We will know what it is

I want, I want - but I don't know what
And won't
I want, I want - but I don't know what
And won't
(And we will know what it is
And we will know what it is)