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

Millenia in comin'
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