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