Carpal Tunnel Of Love
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 have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room
Woah oh, we're so miserable and stunning,
Woah,love songs for the genuinely cunning, woah oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feet,
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 have said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, far from for the genuinely cunning
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche,
When the pearls in our shells came out 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,
Take two years and call me when you're better,
Take tears of mine, find yourself wetter
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning