We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips
in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to
the sun and say, "I know
you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds
are hiding."
And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable
and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at
the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of
sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my
former selves saying: "How've you been?"
We might've said goodbyes just
a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks
under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh,
love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and
stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh…
It was
ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up
to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on
hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of
young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops
of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so
miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
