The 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've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon

Woah oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, 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, whoa (stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon

Woah oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Woah oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs for the genuinely cunning, oh

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 cradler
Tired yawns for fawns on hunters 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

Woah oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Woah oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs for the genuinely cunning