When the truth is found

To be lies

And all the joy

Within you dies

You better find somebody to love, love

When the garden flowers

Baby are dead, yes and

Your mind, your mind

Is so full of red

Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his

Yeah, but in your head, baby

I'm afraid you don't know where it is

Tears are running down

They're all running down your breast

And your friends, baby

They treat you like a guest