Shape Of Air Songtext / Lyric

Pour cement 'round things

Let it dry

Break away things

See the design

Describe the voice from heaven

And paint the grace you're given






It's the shape of air

It's the shape of air

I can sit and stare

'Till it's almost clear



In the place where you stood

The air's filling in

You look for a world

Where nets catch the wind

Now drive your car to glory

Foretell the old, old story