Caricatures of your wrecking ball gown

In my mind all the time

I wanna be in that damsel patterned alleyWhere 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