Shapes Of Things (Live In Detroit,USA/1984) - Gary Moore

Shapes of things before my eyes

Just teach me to dispise

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 will I be bolder than today

Now the trees are almost green

But will they still be seen

When time and tide have been

Soon I hope that I will find

Thoughts deep within my mind

That won't disgrace my kind

Come tomorrow will I be older

Come tomorrow maybe a soldier

Come tomorrow will I be bolder than today

Shapes of things before my eyes

Just teach me to dispise

Will time make man more wise