I wanna picture the world n' everyone inside my mouth

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

"Vive todo lo que puedas, no hacerlo es una equivocación.
No importa mucho lo que hagas siempre que tengas tu vida.
Si no has tenido eso, ¿qué has tenido?...
... El momento apropiado es cualquier momento que uno aún tiene la suerte de tener... ¡Vive!"