audioslave
shape of things to come
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 fear the worst is near  I hold them close and count their years  And 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 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  [Repeat: x3]