Tekstovi: The Ark. Patchouli.

I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands
Generating slowly
into somekind of a wave of a trance
Oh, I'm reacting madly
If I was home
I wouldn't be late to tell you

'Cos sure I would like to burn
but if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
but tell me love
ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
but it sure feels good

Must be something in the air that I breathe
Oh, that affects me wildly
And to put it as it makes my blood seethe
is to express it mildly
Oh no, oh no
I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream

'Cos sure I would like to burn
but if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
but tell me love
ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
but it sure feels good

Oh, sure I would like to burn
but if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
but tell me love
ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
but it sure feels good