paroles de chanson Technique - Prefab Sprout

Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, he's home late in the morning,
Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies
In the morning I go walking, it helps the hurting soften,
I've seen a lot of places, 'cos I miss her very often
But I could never work there, what a shame that I'm not clever,
It's for men with horn rimmed
Glasses and four distinct "A Level" passes

What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know.
What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know.
And chapter they unfurl,
And sprinkle it upon the world. Name it
Technique!

Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
Without recourse to lying, distortion or cheating
Technique!

Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak

And chapter they unfurl,
- And sprinkle it upon the world. Name it
Technique!

Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak
Without recourse to lying, distortion or cheating
Technique!

Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak