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
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
Writer/s: LARS HENRIK LJUNGBERG, MIKAEL BJOERN-INGEL JEPSSON, OLA SALO, MARTIN LUNDGREN ROSENGARDTEN, SYLVESTER DAVID OLOF SCHLEGEL, MARTIN KARL AXEN PERSSON
