"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
25 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'll have no cards to play
And that's why, I've got nothing to say tonight
I've got nothing to say tonight
