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

'Cause 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
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 it's already mine

'Cause I'm 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