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

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