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