\"Why, why so quiet? Oh my, mysterious country she asked.
My it's a riot I'm climbing barricades in streets at night.
When I'm down fighting shadows. Twenty-five postcards in a box my room.
Telephone conversations, gas slowly leaking out of a balloon.
a dangerous game that I'm not sure if I could keep playing for long. It's a game, it's a very fine line and if one is wrong... I no cards to play and that's why got nothing to say, tonight. I've got nothing to say, tonight.