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