Shapes of Things - 歌词大全

Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise Here within my lonely frame My eyes just heard my brain But will it seem the sam Come tomorrow, will I be older Come tomorrow, may be a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today Now the trees are almost green But will they still be seen When time and tide have been Fallin' into your passing hands Please don't destroy these lands Don't make them desert sands Come tomorrow, will I be older Come tomorrow, may be a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today Soon I hope that I will find Thoughts deep within my mind That won't displace my kind