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