Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Almost Medieval, artist - The Human League.
Date of issue: 16.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Almost Medieval |
There’s something in your soul that makes me feel so old |
In fact, I think I’ve died about six hundred times |
There’s less of me now and more of me then |
I’m moving back to the age of men |
Jump off the tarmac, there’s no stagecoach speed limit |
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet |
Soft lenses, grow to glasses |
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts |
Your program, newspaper |
So they say |
Rumor spread by word of mouth |
Jump onto the escalator |
Press the button on the lift |
Raise the dust on old stair carpets |
Endless treads like waves of regret |
Now it seems, I’m going madder |
Falling off this rotting ladder |
Soft lenses, grow to glasses |
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts |
Jump on to the escalator |
Press the button on the lift |
Raise the dust on old stair carpets |
Endless treads like waves of regret |
Now it seems, I’m going madder |
Falling off this rotting ladder |
Your program, newspaper |
So they say |
Rumor spread by word of mouth |
Jump onto the escalator |
Press the button on the lift |
Raise the dust on old stair carpets |
Endless treads like waves of regret |
Now it seems, I’m going madder |
Falling through this rotting ladder |
There’s something in your soul that makes me feel so old |
In fact, I think I’ve died about six hundred times |
There’s less of me now and more of me then |
I’m moving back to the age of men |
Jump off the tarmac, there’s no stagecoach speed limit |
Outside the office, hangs the man on the gibbet |
Jump off the tarmac, there’s no stagecoach speed limit |
Outside the office, swings the man on the gibbet |