A spark in the quiet room
Ideas drifting like leaves on wind
Pen meets paper in the dawn light
Something stirs deep within
The moment hangs suspended
Heart racing toward the
unknown
It hits like lightning in the veins
Sudden fire in the mind's eye
Words flowing free like rivers
This gift from somewhere high (oh
yeah)
Late nights under the old lamp
Sketches turning into life
A whisper turns into a shout
The canvas starts to breathe
The moment hangs suspended
Heart racing toward the unknown
It hits like lightning in the veins
Sudden fire in the mind's eye
Words flowing free like rivers
This gift from somewhere high
(oh yeah)
Sometimes it hides in the shadows
Then bursts forth without warning
All at once the world opens wide
It hits like lightning in the veins
Sudden fire in the mind's eye
Words flowing free like rivers
This gift from somewhere high
(oh yeah)
Fading into the quiet again