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Well itīs 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 theyīre 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
Itīs not ours to break, the shape of things to come
Thereīs 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
Itīs not ours to break, the shape of things to come
Hey! Hey!
Give me one more try in what Iīll change
I wonīt deny the thought is strange
Iīve done my best and now weīll ? 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
Itīs not ours to break, the shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Translate to:
Well itīs 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 theyīre 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
Itīs not ours to break, the shape of things to come
Thereīs 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
Itīs not ours to break, the shape of things to come
Hey! Hey!
Give me one more try in what Iīll change
I wonīt deny the thought is strange
Iīve done my best and now weīll ? 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
Itīs not ours to break, the shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come