Riot on an Empty Street

Why, why so quiet Oh my mysterious country singer she asked My life (love), it's a riot I am 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