there's a new star, rising up angry in the sky there's a new voice, crying "we're not afraid to die"` that's the old world; make believe, it's blind, deaf and dumb
but nothing can change the shape of things to come
there are changes lying ahead at every road and there are new thoughts, ready and waiting to explode but tomorrow is the day the bells may call the sun
but nothing can change the shape of things to come
the future's coming in now, so sweet and strong and if no one can hold their breath for long
there are new dreams, riding that old reality there's revolutions, sweeping in like a fresh new breeze that's the old world; make believe, it's blind deaf and dumb
but nothing can change the shape of things nothing can change the shape of things nothing can change the shape of things nothing can change the shape of things to come...