Manic Depression - Styx

Manic depression is touching my soul

I know what I want but I just don’t know

How to, go about gettin' it

Feeling sweet feeling

Drops from my fingers, fingers

Manic depression is catchin' my soul

Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain

You make love, you break love

It’s all the same

When it’s, when it’s over, mama

Music, sweet music

I wish I could caress, caress, caress

Manic depression is a frustrating mess

Well, I think I’ll go turn myself off

And go on down

All the way down

Really ain’t no use in me hanging around

In your kinda scene

Music, sweet music

I wish I could caress, caress, caress

Manic depression is a frustrating mess