the song of the day, with the feeling of every night:
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
your eyes, I say, your eyes may look like his
but in your head, baby, I'm afraid you don't know where it is
tears are running, running down your breast
and your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love?
wouldn't you love somebody to love?
...you better find somebody to love
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
your eyes, I say, your eyes may look like his
but in your head, baby, I'm afraid you don't know where it is
tears are running, running down your breast
and your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love?
wouldn't you love somebody to love?
...you better find somebody to love
.