Count Me Down
Alex Wilson
Description
A sultry and energetic pop track about the electric anticipation right before a first kiss. The song uses a countdown motif, blending intimate verses with a high-energy, bass-heavy drop to capture the thrill and vulnerability of taking a leap of faith in a romantic moment. Built for TikTok, its ASMR intro, catchy hook, and hard-hitting drops are crafted to go viral.
Lyrics
Intro (whisper) Don't blink. Verse 1 We keep almost at the crosswalk light, Hands almost, eyes almost right. You say "maybe" with your teeth on lip, I say "say it" while the seconds slip. Neon drips on your jacket seam, Taxi horn like a metronome dream. If timing's shy, let's make it brave— Give the moment what it craves. Pre-Chorus Breath on breath, closer now, Name the number, show me how. Turn the world to background town— Say it slow and **count me down**. Chorus (countdown hook) **5**—your hands on my waist. **4**—your smile in my face. **3**—we're past being coy. **2**—no room for the noise. **1**—don't say a word, just prove— **Zero**—*move.* (Kiss) Drop (bass + vox chop) Five—four—three—two—one—(oh)—*move*. Verse 2 Streetlight flickers like it's on our side, Your laugh trips and I trip my pride. We could talk circles till we lose the thread, Or draw a line with our mouths instead. If "later" always wins the fight, Let's give the future what it likes. Borrow courage from the night— Pay it back in morning light. Pre-Chorus Breath on breath, closer now, Name the number, show me how. Turn the world to background town— Say it slow and **count me down**. Chorus (countdown hook) **5**—your hands on my waist. **4**—your smile in my face. **3**—we're past being coy. **2**—no room for the noise. **1**—don't say a word, just prove— **Zero**—*move.* (Kiss) Bridge Maybe this is reckless, maybe this is fate, Standing on the edge, there's no time to debate. Every beat's a question, every touch a dare, Lost inside this moment, breathing in the air. Chorus (countdown hook) **5**—your hands on my waist. **4**—your smile in my face. **3**—we're past being coy. **2**—no room for the noise. **1**—don't say a word, just prove— **Zero**—*move.* (Kiss) Final Drop (bigger) Five—four—three—two—one—(hey)—*move*. Tag (soft) Don't blink.