Jesus´ 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 The shape of things to come There was Moses and me when the wind took the change He hands out the menue, he moves out of range If you knew the action, you see us so blind Play with your own life but don´t play with mine 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 The shape of things to come You're living your way, I live in mine May be tomorrow we will collide..