Act 1. The Spark of Creation

Beyond, beyond
It sounds full of wind and mist, doesn't it?
It means other things exist, doesn't it?

Beyond, beyond
It says, "Adam, leave your list", doesn't it?
Father, why does my head feel this joy of this dread
Since the moment I said beyond?

I've got a itching on the tips of my fingers
I've got a burning in the back of my brain
I've got a hunger burning inside me, cannot be denied

I've got a feeling that the Father who made us
When he was kindling a pulse in my veins
He left a tiny spark of that fire smoldering inside

The spark of creation is flickering within me
The spark of creation is blazing in my blood
A bit of the fire that lit up the stars and brought life into the mud
The first inspiration, the spark of creation

I see a mountain and I want to climb it
I see a river and I want to be sure
Where there was nothing let there be something
Something made by me

There's things waiting for me to invent them
There's worlds waiting for me to explore
I am an echo of the eternal cry of let there be

The spark of creation, burning bright within me
The spark of creation won't let me rest at all
Until I discover or build or uncover a thing that I can call
My celebration of the spark creation

The spark of creation, may it burn forever
The spark creation, I am a keeper of the flame
We think all we want is a lifetime of leisure
Each perfect day, the same endless vacation

Well that's alright if you're a kind crustacean
But when you're born with an imagination
Sooner of later you're feeling the fire
Getting hotter and higher, the spark of creation