From the recording When I am Gone
Being Russian I used to get asked if I am one of those. :) This song always makes me think of old European cities like Prague...
Lyrics
The Spy
(copyright Bloom/Davis)
Sunday morning,
church bells ringing
and this old city’s slowly coming to life.
The wind is blowing
yesterday’s papers
and I’m walking the streets like I’m barely alive.
Cos I’ve been chasing your shadows
down dead end alleys
but you’ve always been one step ahead of the game.
But I’ve finally found you in my line of vision
Should I pull the trigger or invite you on in?
Nobody knows how cold it can be
When you’re falling for traitors and all lost at sea
From Casanova to Mata Hari
Everyone in Berlin
Has slept with the enemy
Monday morning
the week is calling.
and this old city’s finding its feet at last
The rain is falling
like tears from heaven
and I feel like an extra in ‘From Russia With Love’
Cos I’ve been chasing your shadows
down dead end alleys
but you’ve always been one step ahead of the game.
But I’ve finally found you in my line of vision
Should I pull the trigger or invite you on in?
Nobody knows how cold it can be
When you’re falling for traitors and all lost at sea
From Casanova to Mata Hari
Everyone in Berlin
Has slept with the enemy