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

INVIA LE CORREZIONI