Lyrics
Shapes of things before my eyes
Send me to this place
Will time make men more wise?
Here, yeah, within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
Will time make men more sane?
(Come tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come tomorrow) Maybe a soldier
(Come tomorrow) May I be bolder than today
Fall into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands
(Come tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come tomorrow) Maybe a soldier
(Come tomorrow) May I be bolder than today
Shapes of things before my eyes
Send me to this place
Will time make men more wise
That's the shapes of things, yeah
