Help me
To find the light that's shining on me
To get back what they've taken from me
Build a little fire where it's cold
Show me
The path that leads to all the glory
The words that tell a sacred story
Build a little fire where it's cold
I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
I wanna picture the world and everyone inside my mouth
And all the money I waste, is it a matter of taste?
I wanna picture the world and you can't make me spit it out
Take me
Back from the darkness where they sent me
Give hope to places where it can't be
Build a little fire where it's cold
I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
I wanna picture the world and everyone inside my mouth
And all the money I waste, is it a matter of taste?
I wanna picture the world and you can't make me spit it out
You can't give me your reason, don't need one to shine
You can't give me your feeling 'cos it's already mine
One in a million and if the sun won't rise
On my soul, then I'll blow