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 'til 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.

It's the shape of air,
It's the shape of air,
I can sit and stare 'til it's almost clear.

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 'til it's almost clear.