Riot On An Empty Street

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.