Ceasar's praying for rain
Lightning flashes around
The prophet is screaming
His head hits the ground
You should hear the warning
If you read the signs
Play with your own life
But don't play with mine

There was Moses and me
When the wind took the change
He hands out the menu
He moves out of range
If you knew the action
You'd see you're so blind
Play with your own life
But don't play with mine
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
You're not invited to stay
You're not intended to go
Can you tell the future?
I don't think so
You should hear the warning
If you read the signs
Play with your own life
But don't play with mine
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come

Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come

You live in your dream
I'll live in mine
May be tomorrow
We will collide
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh-oh
The shape of things to come