text: Caricatures of your wrecking ball gown
  In my mind all the time
  I wanna be in that damsel patterned alley
  Where you go for a smoke
  And sorrow slow dances
  The phones are lighting up
  Taking no chances
  Close but never close enough
  Been watching cowboy films
  On gloomy afternoons
  Tinting the solitude
  Put on your dancing shoes
  And show me what to do
  I know youve got the moves
  All my own stunts, high noon has changed its tune
  Linking arms, sinking hearts
  And sorrow slow dances
  Around the edges of her eyes
  Taking no chances
  The last one out to win a prize
  Been watching cowboy films
  On gloomy afternoons
  Tinting the solitude
  Put on your dancing shoes
  And show me what to do
  I know youve got the moves
  Im from High Green
  Im from High Green