Treachery

Now he's a double agent playing espionage

Now he's a trouble maker with his playing cards

Up in the briefing room they plan there strategies

But he works on his own he's living dangerously

Hear them walking

Pacing floors and

climbing up the walls

Hear them talking

Telling lies on

Transatlantic calls.

Treachery It's hanging in the cloud

Treachery It's hiding in the crowd

People walk along the while with sensitivity

Some whisper in the wings of a conspiracy

Some like to keep there distance and identity

But always walk alone with some uncertainty

See them filing

Information

Covering there tracks

See them smiling

Admiration

With knives behind their backs

Treachery It's hanging in the cloud

Treachery It's hiding in the crowd

Treachery

Treachery

Treachery

It's hanging in the clouds.

Treachery

Treachery

Treachery

It's hanging in the clouds.