The Pop Group - Echelon lyrics

A broken down melody The saddest music in the world In a haunted dancehall The ghosts are still trying To make sense of it all I can dream can't I? I can dream can't I? They brought me a white tunic They've drawn cool pearls Echelon I am pleased that they should do these things Another world These days of dissonance This age of rage A broken down melody The saddest music in the world Another world Un autre monde In a haunted dancehall In a haunted dancehall