Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds şarkı sözleri
Help meDefine the light that's shinning on meTo get back what they've taken from meAnd build a little fire where it's coldShow meThe path that leads to all the gloryThe words that tell a sacred storyAnd build a little fire where it's coldI wanna live in a dreamIn my record machineI wanna piece of the worldAnd everyone inside my mouthAnd all the money I wasteIs it a matter of taste?I wanna piece of the worldAnd you can't make me spit it outTake meBack from the darknessWhere they sent meGive hope to placesWhere it can't beAnd build a little fire where it's coldI wanna live in a dreamIn my record machineI wanna picture the worldAnd everyone inside my mouthAnd all the money I wasteIs it a matter of taste?I wanna picture the worldAnd you can't make me spit it outYou can't give me a reasonI don't need one to shineYou can't give me a feeling'cause it's already mineYou've got one in a millionAnd if the sun won't rise on my soulThen I'll go
