I used to see the shape of things
Forming in the mist
Settling defiantly
Like the knuckles of a fist

But the devil buried all my plans
Somewhere in the fog
Took my steel and fighting zeal
And threw it to the dogs

I saw the shape, I saw the shape of things to come
I saw the shape, I saw the shape of things to come

The river taught me all I know
When to bend and where to slow
But the current has no memory
It cares not where it goes

My heart was in her rolled up sleeve
In every atom of the air she breathed
To vanish in the wind and dust
And leave me on my knees

I see the shape, I see the shape of things to come
I see the shape, I see the shape of things to come
Things to come

Oooh, ooh, ooh, I see the shape of things
Oooh, ooh, ooh, I see the shape of things
Oooh, ooh, ooh, I see the shape of things
Oooh, ooh, ooh, I see the shape of things

I see the shape, I see the shape of things to come
I see the shape, I see the shape of things to come