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