Human League lyrics
Human League lyrics
"Almost Medieval lyrics"
It's Too Late lyrics
feared and loathed besides... it's such a tragedy I've seen all others try it ends in misery could you stand back and take this all in before it's too late? f
feared and loathed besides... it's such a tragedy I've seen all others try it ends in misery could you stand back and take this all in before it's too late? f
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 cataractsAin't No Angels lyricsYour program Newspaper So they say Rumour 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 onto the escalator Press the button on the lift Raise the d
I've lead a lifetime fightin' this land Workin' for nothin with these dry, callused hands I'm a slave to the sun, It ain't cuttin' me no slack Gets me beggin' whenever I lWe Were Young lyrics
17 and we were Strung out on nothing yet When we were young Sitting around and getting high In back of my 55 When we were young If I could only be with her right now
ust 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 Rumour 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'An Eriskay Love Lilt Gradh Geal Mo Chridh lyricss 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
So sad am I without thee, dear harp of my heart. When I am lonely, love's light will surely find the old pathway to thee. Chorus Bheir mi ?ro bhan o, Bheir mi ?