(I Wanna Live In A Dream In My) Record Machine

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 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 I wanna mean what to shine You can't give me the feelings 'Cause 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