The Carpal Tunnel Of Love (Album Ver.)

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 at a glass moon Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning And 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 you been?" We might of said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out of this disaster town) Robbing Lips,kissing banks Under this moon Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle But I'm just 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 tears of mine and find yourself wetter Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning