All My Own Stunts

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 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

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