Shapes of Things Songtext

von Jeff Beck

The 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.
Wlil time make man more sane?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today.

Writer(s): Jim Mccarty, Paul Samwell-smith, Keith Relf
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