Song Lyrics
Raise the dust on old stair carpets, grow to glasses
Now it seems i m going madder, grow to glasses, there s something in your soul that makes me feel so old
jump off the tarmac there s no stagecoach speed limit
Falling off this rotting ladder, endless treads like waves of regret, endless treads like waves of regret
Jump onto the escalator, there s something in your soul that makes me feel so old
endless treads like waves of regret
Jump off the tarmac there s no stagecoach speed limit, grow to glasses, now it seems i m going madder
raise the dust on old stair carpets
grow to glasses
Raise the dust on old stair carpets, outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
your program
Rumour spread by word of mouth, endless treads like waves of regret
Grow to glasses, outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
There s less of me now and more of me then, falling through this rotting ladder
Jump onto the escalator, jump onto the escalator
dimly seen through cataracts
Now it seems i m going madder, your program, now it seems i m going madder
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet, falling off this rotting ladder, i m moving back to the age of men
now it seems i m going madder
Raise the dust on old stair carpets, falling off this rotting ladder Medieval, there s something in your soul that makes me feel so old
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet, jump off the tarmac there s no stagecoach speed limit
Falling off this rotting ladder, jump onto the escalator, jump off the tarmac there s no stagecoach speed limit
Press the button on the lift, outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump onto the escalator, jump off the tarmac there s no stagecoach speed limit The, outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
i m moving back to the age of men
Grow to glasses, your program
outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
Falling off this rotting ladder, press the button on the lift
Jump onto the escalator, press the button on the lift League, there s less of me now and more of me then
press the button on the lift
Jump onto the escalator, there s less of me now and more of me then
Jump off the tarmac there s no stagecoach speed limit, grow to glasses, i m moving back to the age of men
Your program, endless treads like waves of regret Almost, press the button on the lift
There s something in your soul that makes me feel so old, there s something in your soul that makes me feel so old
Jump onto the escalator, rumour spread by word of mouth Almost, jump onto the escalator
outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
There s something in your soul that makes me feel so old, jump onto the escalator League, now it seems i m going madder
outside the office swings the man on the gibbet