(I Wanna Live in a Dream in My) Record Machine Lyrics

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
'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 to where they can't be
Build a little fire where it's cold

I wanna live in a dream (I wanna live in a dream)
In my record machine (In my record machine)
I wanna picture the world n' everyone inside my mouth
And all the money I waste (And all the money i waste)
Is it a matter of taste? (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 a reason
I don't need one 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 go

(Stop the clocks and turn your world around)