Almost Medieval Lyrics - Human League

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 

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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 

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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