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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