(If We Are Not) Spies

Ducking into alleys in my overcoat
 Track you from a random phone booth
 Take the stairs, avoid the elevator
 I'd do anything to get back to you
 To be free!
 I can't seem to get away from this job
 Look at me
 I still reach for your hand when I'm running from the mob
 Reflection in my blackened sunglasses
 Another vodka and I'm scribbling down notes
 I have taken to avoiding mirrors
 Too often panic rises in my throat
 To be free!
 I can't seem to get away from this job
 Look at me
 I still reach for your hand when I'm running from the mob
 Can't you see
 I'm tired of the secrets and the lies in the night
 Sweet baby
 Everything's better if we are not spies
 Oh, I picked you easily from the photographs
 From the blurry broken pieces, and even from the back
 I don't care any longer of the price I have to pay
 Run to me
 I won't give you away
 Ducking into alleys in my overcoat
 Track you from a random phone booth
 Take the stairs, avoid the elevator
 I'd do anything to get back to you!
 To be free!
 I can't seem to get away from this job
 Look at me
 I still reach for your hand when I'm running from the mob
 Can't you see
 I'm tired of the secrets and the lies in the night
 Sweet baby
 Everything's better if we are not spies
 Everything's better if we are not spies
 Everything's better if we are not spies!