Yngwie Malmsteen - In The Dead Of Night lyrics

Manic depression's touching my soul I know what I want but I just don't know How to, huh, go about gettin' it Feeling sweet feeling, Drops from my fingers, fingers Manic depression's a catchin' my soul Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain You make love, you break love It's, a, all the same When it's, when it's over, baby Music, sweet music I wish I could caress, caress, caress Manic depression's a frustrating mess U'ow! Well, I think I'll go turn myself off, And, huh, go on down All the way down Really ain't no use in me hanging around In,a, your kinda scene Music, sweet music I wish I could caress, in a kiss, kiss Manic depression is a frustrating mess U'ow! Yeah Ow! Music sweet music, sweet music, sweet music, uh. . . Music sweet music, sweet music. . .yeah Ooooooo.... Depression . . .