Текст песни Human league - Almost Medieval
Human league - Almost Medieval слова песни
There`s something in your soul that makes me feel so oldIn fact I think I`ve died about six hundred timesThere`s less of me now and more of me thenI`m moving back to the age of menJump off the tarmac there`s no stagecoach speed limitOutside the office hangs the man on the gibbetSoft lensesGrow to glassesSmall worldDimly seen through cataractsYour programNewspaperSo they sayRumour spread by word of mouthJump onto the escalatorPress the button on the liftRaise the dust on old stair carpetsEndless treads like waves of regretNow it seems I`m going madderFalling off this rotting ladderSoft lensesGrow to glassesSmall worldDimly seen through cataractsJump onto the escalatorPress the button on the liftRaise the dust on old stair carpetsEndless treads like waves of regretNow it seems I`m going madderFalling off this rotting ladderYour programNewspaperSo they sayRumour spread by word of mouthJump onto the escalatorPress the button on the liftRaise the dust on old stair carpetsEndless treads like waves of regretNow it seems I`m going madderFalling through this rotting ladderThere`s something in your soul that makes me feel so oldIn fact I think I`ve died about six hundred timesThere`s less of me now and more of me thenI`m moving back to the age of menJump off the tarmac there`s no stagecoach speed limitOutside the office hangs the man on the gibbetJump off the tarmac there`s no stagecoach speed limitOutside the office swings the man on the gibbet