Philby Rory Gallagher

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