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

Have grown upon the dust and moss

Now I feel the worst is near

I hold them close and count their years

Pray, a ray of light appears

To shine down on us here

Break down in the shape of things to come

But I’m moving on 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 eye looking out

In the blue skies finds the roads, we will go down

I wonder what they hold for us

I hold my family to my breast

I fear the worst and hope the best

Will come to see us blessed

Break down in the shape of things to come

But I’m moving on 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

Given one more try, wonder what I’d change?

I won’t deny, the thought is strange

I’ve done my best and I will lay no blame myself

Break down in the shape of things to come

But I’m moving on 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