Special Thing

If the power dies again
 Well who needs the light?
 We'll see with our hands
 and feel and understand
 The notes create the source
 They cause a driving force
 and the sound that you explore
 Through the wires on the floor
 And it's a very special thing
 She makes the people clap and sing
 And my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time
 It's the touch that's wearing thin
 Where the strings break the skin
 And the folks throwing stones
 Have hearts like hollow bones
 But it's a very special thing
 She makes the people clap and sing
 And my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time
 And it's a very special thing
 She makes the people clap and sing
 And my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time
 And it's a very special thing
 It's a very special thing