Текст песни The Ark — Patchouli

I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands,
Generating slowly
Into some kind of a wave of a trance,
Oh, 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,
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

'Cause 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