Feeling, sweet feeling
drops from my fingers, fingers.
Manic depression's captured my soul.

Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,
you make love,
you brake love,
it's a all the same when it's,
when it's over.

Music sweet music,
I wish I could caress, caress, caress.
Manic depression's a frustrating mess.
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off and go on down.

Really ain't no use in me hangin' around.
Oh, I gotta see you.