Hold your fire Keep it burning bright Hold the flame Til the dream ignites A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission
I hear their passionate music Read the words That touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart
When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct I wish I had that drive
Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire Focused high on soaring ambitions Consumed in a single desire
In the grip of A nameless possession A slave to the drive of obsession A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission
I watch their images flicker Bringing light to a lifeless screen I walk through Their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams
But dreams don't need To have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive
It's cold comfort To the ones without it To know how they struggled How they suffered about it
If their lives were Exotic and strange They would likely have Gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane
We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission
Hold your fire Keep it burning bright Hold the flame Til the dream ignites A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission
I hear their passionate music Read the words That touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart
When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct I wish I had that drive
Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire Focused high on soaring ambitions Consumed in a single desire
In the grip of A nameless possession A slave to the drive of obsession A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission
I watch their images flicker Bringing light to a lifeless screen I walk through Their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams
But dreams don't need To have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive
It's cold comfort To the ones without it To know how they struggled How they suffered about it
If their lives were Exotic and strange They would likely have Gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane
We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission
