"Why, why so quiet?

Oh my, mysterious country singer?" she asked.



My life, it's a riot

I'm climbing barricades

in empty streets at night.



When I'm down

fighting shadows.

Twenty-five postcards

in a box in my room.



Telephone conversations,

gas slowly leaking out

of a heart-shaped balloon.



It's a dangerous game

that I'm not sure

if I could keep playing for long.

It's a dangerous game,

it's a very fine line

and if one step is wrong...

I have no cards to play

and that's why

I've got nothing to say,

tonight.

I've got nothing to say,

tonight.