well the sheaves have all been brought,

but the fields have washed away

and the palaces now stand

where the coffins all were laid

and the times we see ahead

we must glaze with rosy hues

for we don't wish to admit

what it is we have to lose



millennia in coming

the modern age is here

it sanctifies the future

yet renders us with fear

so many theories, so many prophecies

what we do need is a change of ideas

when we are scared

we can hide in our reveries

but what we need is a change of ideas

change of ideas, change of ideas

what we need now is a change of ideas