Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Philby, artist - Rory Gallagher. Album song The Best Of, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Record label: A UMC release;
Song language: English
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 |