Autumn boycott...
(That is) imposed between you and me
The seven digit code
That is over my head*.
Everybody wants news.
But i don't know where to hide.
I'm alone
Since you've said "no!"
[chorus]
On the firing line
I've gave you my love.
On the firing line
You've been my secret/
Tell me:
Why do we live on the firing line?
Hey, don't be silent, don't be silent...
Naive motive is starting to make sense
Aside of the thin words
That you've said "no" with.
Run away, or don't run away -
but nobody would anyway say
where's the edge.
And if it will help me?
[chorus x2]
Don't be silent!