All My Own Stunts

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 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 changed it's 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 Wooah Wooah Wooah Wooah "coz i'm from high green, i'm from high green"