Help me
To find the light that's shinning 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 sarcred 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
Cos 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

Cos all the money I waste
Is it a matter of taste?
I wanna picture the world

You can't make me spit it out

You can't give me your reason

I wanna mean what to shine
You can't give me the feelings
Cos they're already mine

You get one in a million
And if the sun won't rise on my soul
Then I'll I go


(Stop the clocks and turn you world around) is playing in the background