paroles de chanson Shapes of Things - Jeff Beck Group

Shapes of things before my eyes
Has helped me to despise
Will time make men more wise?

Here, 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 (Now, listen)
Come tomorrow, maybe I′m older than today

(Listen to this)

Here, within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my god-darn' brain
Will time make men more sane?