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