"Why, why so quiet?
Oh my mysterious country singer?" she asked.

My life, it's a riot
I'm climbing barricades
In empty streets at night.

When I'm down
Fighting shadows.
Twenty-five postcards
In a box in my room.

Telephone conversations,
Gas slowly leaking out
Of a heart-shaped balloon.

It's a dangerous game
That I'm not sure
If I could keep playing for long.
It's a dangerous game,
It's a very fine line
And if one step is wrong...

I have no cards to play
And that's why
I've got nothing to say, tonight.
I've got nothing to say, tonight.