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 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

Hiding has changed its tune (?)
Linking arms, syncing 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


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