Caricatures of your wrecking ball gown,
In my mind all the time.
I want to be in that damsel patterned alley,
Where you go for a smoke.

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 you've got the moves.

All my own stunts, high noon has changed its tune,
Linking arms, sinking hearts.

Sorrow slow dances,
Around the edges of her eyes.
Taking no chances,
The last one out will 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 you've got the moves.

('Cause I'm from High Green, I'm from High Green)

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