Manic depression is searching my soul I know what I want, but I really don't know... Feeling, sweet feeling I wish I could remember Manic depression is searching my soul
I'm a woman, so weary My sweet cause is in vain I make love, take love, break love It's all the same (When it's over) Feeling, sweet feeling I wanna caress Manic depression - you've captured my soul...
I was awakened one night With a sack thrown over my body Arguments about where to bury the dead
I felt alone and abandoned Cast into tumbling waves And suddenly I am out of the light half naked Children stare open-mouthed At my crippled frame Hunched inside the chaos of my love And I don't even know who I am
My shoulders in white softness Wings of a dove crushed beneath stone Hidden tears, impatient Wiped away with bruised, cut palms A creature sold off to the evil ones
And I try to imagine the manner in which to operate Waiting for love to emerge
Instead, it will stagnate Sink down into itself And make me suffer mournful shadows
And still there is no room for me No room for me
Think I'm goin' send myself off, And go on down 'Cause there's really ain't no use in me hanging around
(I hope to keep the chanel open I hope to keep the fires alive... Hope the stars don't fall down tonite Hope for happy days (Instead, I will stagnate) Hope for love to stay (Sink down into myself) Manic depression is heading my way...) (Born to suffer mournful shadows And still there is no room for me)