Days Are Numbered - Charming Disaster

She flirts with the diplomat at the banquet

They start the slow walk down the hall

And as he puts a match to her cigarette

She eyes the camera on the wall

He climbs to the second floor like an acrobat

And pulls the Rothko off the wall

Takes out a stethoscope from his backpack

And hears the tumblers slowly fall

We were playing for time

One more situation where we might be double crossing the line

We were playing for time

Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by

She asks him if he wants a little nightcap

Perhaps a port from '64

Is someone listening through a water glass

Standing just outside the door?

He finds the dossier with the microfiche

And breathes to steady shaky hands

Opens the attaché from the agency

And swaps an altered set of plans

We were playing for time

One more situation where we might be double crossing the line

We were playing for time

Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by

She slips the envelope from his cummerbund

And ties him neatly to a chair

When he wakes she’ll be long gone with the access code

A new tattoo the dye washed from her hair

He makes his getaway through the laundry chute

When he hears the wail of the alarm

Checks the coordinates for the rendezvous

Wonders just how long this can go on

We were playing for time

One more situation where we might be double crossing the line

We were playing for time

Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by

Trust your lover

Blow your cover

Going under

Days are numbered

See you across the room, heart skips a beat

The rush of danger feels like love

We slip a little bit every time we meet

We’re both awaiting orders from above

Are you my nemesis or my better half?

These days it matters less and less

Sodium pentothal or a polygraph

We know all the tricks to beat the test

We were playing for time

One more situation where we might be double crossing the line

We were playing for time

Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by

Trust your lover

Blow your cover

Going under

Days are numbered

We were playing for time (Trust your lover, blow your cover)

We were playing for time (Going under, days are numbered)

We were playing for time

We were playing for time

We were playing for time

We were playing for time