Why, why so quiet
oh my mysterious country singer she asked
my life, 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