Gary Moore - Manic Depression Lyrics
Manic Depression's touching my soul,I know what I want,But I just don't know how to go about getting it.Feeling, sweet feelingDrops from my finger, fingersManic Depression's captured my soul.Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,You make love,You break 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 an' go on down.Really ain't no use me hanging around.Oh, I gotta see you.