Lyrics (I Wanna Live In A Dream In My) Record Machine - Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

(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 sarcred 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
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
Cos 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
Cos 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