Change Of Ideas

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 rozy hues
For what don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose

Millenia incoming, 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