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

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