Countdown by Tommy Wallach Lyrics

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, sev-sev-sev-seven…
Ten, nine, eight, seven, sev-sev-sev-seven…)

You say goodbye
As a matter of course
Do you think love
Is some infinite resource?
Go in for the kill
Cause fresh blood is easy to find
And easier still to spill

You crashed into me
Like a meteor
Your heavenly body
Creeping in through hell’s back door
You offered the moon
So where’s my fucking moon?

Oh it’s a countdown now how much you wanna bet?
How many lovers do you think you’re gonna get?
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
And you’re on your own
(Ten, nine, eight, seven, sev-sev-sev-seven…)

Boy I’ll admit
That you did a number on me
But give it some time
Cause I’ve got your number you see
You fill your cup
It won’t be long until your number’s up

Oh it’s a countdown now how much you wanna bet?
How many lovers do you think you’re gonna get?
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
And you’re on your own

Oh it’s a countdown now how much you wanna bet?
How many lovers do you think you’re gonna get?
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
And you’re on your own
Yeah you’re on your own

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…)
This is ground control to Major Tommy