Shape of Things to Come - Audioslave

Well it's late in the hour

And a few more grains of sand will fall

On the colorful flowers

Grown upon the dust and moss

Now I feel the worst is near

I hold them close and count they're years

And pray a ray of light appears

To shine down on us here

Breakdown in the shape of things to come

But I move along like a soldier

And I say now when all is said and done

It's not ours to break

The shape of things to come

There's a crack in the clouds

But only for a moment now

Like an owl looking out

The blue sky spies the roads we will go down

I wonder what they hold for us

I hold my family to my breast

I feel the worst and hope the best

Will come to see us blessed

Breakdown in the shape of things to come

But I move along like a soldier

And I say now when all is said and done

It's not ours to break

The shape of things to come

Hey Hey

Give me one more try in what I'll change

I won't deny the thought is strange

I've done my best and now we'll myself

Breakdown in the shape of things to come

But I move along like a soldier

And I say now when all is said and done

It's not ours to break

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come