"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.