Human League lyrics
Human League lyrics
"Almost Medieval lyrics"
We Know Better lyrics
I know the way the west wind blows, The way temptation grows, The way that fortunes flow. La la la la la. Wired on emotions, They don't understand, But we know b
I know the way the west wind blows, The way temptation grows, The way that fortunes flow. La la la la la. Wired on emotions, They don't understand, But we know b
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 cataractsSecond Coming 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
Black hopelessnessvenoms the hidden unholinessof your withered virginspeechless remonstrationgrinds the archesof your risen dominiondark superstitiondri1910 lyricsust 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'
Apakabar kereta yang terkapar di senin pagi Di gerbongmu ratusan orang yang mati Hancurkan mimpi bawa kisah Air mata . . . . . . . . . . . air mata . . . . . . .But We Don't Know 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
I wish I had a hairdryerto blow you to the moonI wish I was a bakermancuring hunger soonI wish I had a beaver capit looks like Daniel BooneI keep a wish in my heart