Why, why so quiet
oh my mysterious country singer she asked
my life (love), it's a riot
I am 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