I´ve got sunshine in the palms of my hands
Generating slowly
into somekind of a wave of a trance
I´m reancting 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 melove
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!
