| Lyrics: | 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. 2x
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'n disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn
on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
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. 2x
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 |
