The Shape of Things to Come

There's a new sun... Risin' up angry in the sky.

And there's a new voice... Sayin' "we're not afraid to die."

Let the old world make-believe... It's blind and deaf and dumb.

But nothin' can change the shape of things to come...

There are changes... Lyin' ahead in every road.

And there are new thoughts... Ready and waiting to explode.

When tomorrow, is today, the bells may toll for some.

But nothing can change the shape of things to come.

The future's coming in now.

Sweet and strong.

Ain't no-one gonna hold it back for long.

There are new dreams... Crowdin' out old realities.

There's revolution... Sweepin' in like a fresh new breeze.

Let the old world make-believe it's blind and deaf and dumb...

But nothin' can change the shape of things to come...