Manilla

I got my head on the pillow, I can't get to sleep.

All is Manillo, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,

I can't move a leg and I can't move my arm

I can't understand what's doing me harm.

And the lonely pain grips your weary soul

And goes on and on, on and on and on.

I can't call my woman, no comfort nor love

A man with no face is crushing the dove

I'm leaving this sphere, it's all out of time.

A strange kind of fear some weird design.

And the lonely pain grips your weary soul

And goes on and on, on and on and on. ( 2 )