Caricatures of your wrecking ball down
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 you’ve 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 you’ve got the moves