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