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