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
Nothing can survive in a vacuum No one can exist all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's enough to
It went right by me At the time it went over my head I was looking out the window I should have looked at your face instead It went right by me Just
Basic elemental instinct to survive Stirs the higher passions, thrill to be alive Alternating currents in a tidewater surge Rational resistance to an
When the waters rose in the darkness In the wake of the endless flood It flowed into our memory It flowed into our blood When something broke the surface
changes but you don't have the time We can't go on thinking, it's a victimless crime No one is blameless but we're all without shame We fight the fire
surrounded the summit The wind blew strong and cold Among the silent temples And the writings carved in gold Somewhere in my instincts The primitive took hold
I don't want to face the killer instinct Face it in you or me We carry a sensitive cargo Below the waterline Tickin' like a time bomb With a primitive
译文: 赶. 待机时间仍持有你的火焰.
译文: 赶. 保持你的消防部队十大.
: Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand -- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide
: I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and
But you don't have the time We can't go on thinking It's a victimless crime No one is blameless But we're all without shame We fight the fire --
: 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
: Nothing can survive in a vacuum No one can exists all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's
the summit The wind blew strong and cold Among the silent temples And the writing carved in gold Somewhere in my instincts The primitive took hold
: When the waters rose in the darkness In the wake of the endless flood It flowed into our memory -- it flowed into our blood When something broke
: Basic elemental instinct to survive Stirs the higher passions Thrill to be alive Alternating currents in a tidewater surge Rational resistance
