When the garden flowers, baby, are dead, yes
And your mind, your mind is so full of red, full of red
Tears are running down
They're all runnin' down your breast
And your friends, baby
They treat you like a guest
When the truth is found to be lies
And all the joy within you dies
Don't you want somebody to love?
Don't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love