Kings Of Convenience
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.
From Letras Mania