Days are Numbered Songtext
von 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

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