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 have 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, 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 have 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, whoa oh

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, whoa oh

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