The Shape of Air
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
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 same old story
It's the shape of air
It's the shape of air
I can sit and stare
'Till it's almost clear
Everybody sing!!!!!
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
