Songtexte:
Rush Shapes Of Things

[Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My

: [Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame

truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating

, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, among the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood red thing that writhes from out The

tell the truth, we changed things Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting, I'ma keep it real It's next to nothin', doin' the same thing 'cause less

their cities And converse among the wise But one day the streets fell silent Yet they knew not what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed

who rush on through the crowd Towards their own quiet worlds, their separate places Somewhere I'm never allowed 'Cause I've always been one to say what I need And than the next thing

show the world you're my golden girl, when we shoppin' They see us on the streets, they say, "Son, scooped a hot one" You taste like banana cake, you shaped

Though it was you who said them in the first place Since then someone wrote them down To pay for his new beach space There's all these things you can't recall And things