Текст Jeff Beck – Shapes Of Things

Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just help me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?

Here, within my lonely frame,

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 goddarn brain.
Will time make men more sane?