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 lining 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 changed it's tune. Linking arms synking 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 you've got the moves. Wooah. Wooah. Wooah. Wooah. "coz I'm from high green I'm from high green"