Текст песни The Shape of Air

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