Songs: Spying On The Spies

Heading for Heyward Hills
On Curzon Street, West One
Things are never what they seem
Driven out and then
Brought back in again
He looks like he’s in a dream

Picking up the pieces
And spying on the spies

Staring into space
There’s no hiding place
Things are never what they seem

Picking up the pieces
And spying on the spies

Short on time
Lost in shadows
Forced to climb
Back into their world once again

Now he’s under attack
Been shot in the back
Things are never what they seem

Picking up the pieces
It’s no surprise.