Karaoké Shapes of Things The Yardbirds

Shapes of things before my eyes

Just teach me to despise

Will time make man more wise?

Here within my lonely frame

My eyes just hurt my brain

But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow will I be older?

Come tomorrow maybe 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?

Born 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?

Things

I hope that I will find

Thoughts deep within my mind that won't disgrace my kind