I can't make your way.. Silly men, they all get worried,. Live their life so worthlessly,. Troubled, bothered, flustered, hurried,. They should take a look at me..
Looking at the world around,. For the very first time.. Never seen it all before,. Hope it's not all mine.. . On Monday morning all alone,. I woke within my house of stone..
Ever since the world began,. Satan's followed every man.. Trapping evil if he can,. I tell you now his greatest plan.. . Invented when I cannot tell,.
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?.
Shapes of Things (The Yardbirds). Shapes of things before my eyes,. Just teach me to despise.. Will time make men more wise?. Here within my lonely frame,.