Lyrics

When the harvest picks itself
And the table sets its own
When the fever has a cure
And nobody waits alone
Tell me what will you be hungry for?

When the houses build by morning
And the lights cost less than air
When the machines hum in the basement
And there's plenty everywhere
Tell me what will you be reaching for?

When the wanting's over
And the work is finally done
You better find somebody to love
When there's nothing left to fight for
Underneath the patient sun
You better find somebody to love

All the gold we used to die for
Lying quiet in the ground
All the corner-office ladders
Standing empty in the town
And your heart still beating like a drum

Don't you know that all the engines
Were just bridges to a kiss?
Every circuit, every satellite
Was always after this
Two people in a garden, finally home

When the wanting's over
And the work is finally done
You better find somebody to love
When there's nothing left to fight for
Underneath the patient sun
You better find somebody to love

Find somebody
Find somebody
Find somebody to love!