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 gotta find somebody to love, love.
When the garden flowers, oh baby, are dead,
Yes, and your mind, your mind is so full of dread.
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.
Your eyes, I say your eyes, they look like years, yes,
But in your head, baby, I’m afraid you don’t know where it is.
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.
Tears are running all around, and down your dress,
And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest.
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.
I’m not just talking about anybody,
I’m talking about somebody who died,
He died for you and me on the cruel cross of Calvary,
And he is that somebody…not only somebody,
He’s that somebody to love.
