(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