When the garden flowers, baby, are dead, yes And your mind, your mind is so full of red, full of red Groove it Groove it Groove it Groove it Tears are running, runnin', runnin' on your breast And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest Groove it Groove it Groove it Groove it 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 Groove it Groove it Groove it Groove it