Caricatures of your wrecking ball
In my mind all the time
I wanna be in that damsel-patterned alley
Where you go for a smokeAnd sorrow slow dances
The phones are lining up
Taking no chances
Close but never close enoughBeen 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 movesAll my own stunts
Hiding has changed its tune
Linking arms, syncing heartsAnd sorrow slow dances
Around the edges of her eyes
Taking no chances
The last one out to win a prizeBeen 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
Songwriters
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