Philby

Now ain't it strange that I feel like

Philby, there's a stranger in my soul

I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city, I can't come in from the cold

I'm deep in action on a secret mission, contact's broken down

Time drags by, I'm above suspicion, there's a voice on the telephone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well it sure is dark in this

Clockwork city, contact's never gonna show

I've got a code which can't be broken, my eyes never seem to close

Well, I'm standing here in the silent city, shadows falling down

I'm disconnected but I don't need pity, the night's gonna burn on slow

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now ain't it funny that I feel like

Philby, a stranger on a foreign shore

I've got my plans and I must move

Quickly, there's a knock upon the door

Still in transit and I'm close to danger, my cover can't be blown,

It's getting strange and it's

Getting crazy, tell me, what is going on?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Four o'clock and nothing's moving,

Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring

Morning comes, must be moving on

All night long my mind's been burning,

Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home

Now ain't it strange that I feel like

Philby, there's a stranger in my soul

I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city, I can't come in from the cold

Deep in action on a secret mission

Contact's broken down,

Time drags by, I'm above suspicion

There's a voice on the telephone