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