Patchouli

I´ve got sunshine in the palms of my hands

Generating slowly

into somekind of a wave of a trance

I´m reacting madly

If I was home

I wouldn´t be late to tell you



´Cause sure I would like to burn

But if I´m gonna burn

Then it must be fire

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

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....



´Cause sure I would like to burn

But if I´m gonna burn

Then it must be fire

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!