Shapes of Things (Live In Vancouver 1981)

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 hurt my brain
Will it seem the same?

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

Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Oh, into your passing hands
Please don't destroy your lands
Don't make them desert sands

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

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 hurt my brain
But will it seem the same?

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

Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Oh, into your passing hands
Please don't destroy your lands
Don't make them desert sands



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