Manillo

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)