Текст песни: Black Stone Cherry. Shape Of Things.

Shapes of things before my eyes,
Send me to this place
Will time make men more wise?
Here (yea) within my lonely frame,
my eyes just heard my brain.
Will time make men more sane?

(Come Tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier.
(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today?

Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.

(Come Tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier.
(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today?

Shapes of things before my eyes,
Send me to this place
Will time make men more wise?

THAT'S THE SHAPE OF THINGS! YEEEAAAA!!!

(Thanks to Michael for these lyrics)