Days Are Numbered

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
 Trust your lover (we were playing for time)
 Blow your cover
 Going under (we were playing for time)
 Days are numbered
 We were playing for time
 We were playing for time
 We were playing for time
 We were playing for time