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