The carpal tunnel of love
We take sour sip
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''
We might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones at a glass moon.
Whoa, ah, oh were so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept throught the wekend
And dreaming of siking with the melody
Of the ciffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying:
''How we've you been?''
We might've say goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this room
Whoa, ah, oh were so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh were so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But i'm just 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
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Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning