The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

We take sour sips

From life's lush lips

And we shake shake shake the hips

In relationships

Stop by 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 the

Stones in a glass room

Whoa ah oh we're so

Miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from

The genuine becoming

We keep the beat

With your blistered feet

We bullet the words at the

Mockingbirds singing

Slept through the weekend

And dream

We're sinking with the melody

Of the kiss of eternity

Got postcards from my former self

Saying how you been

We might have said goodbyes

Just a little soon

Our beliefs of kissing

Beats over this room

Whoa ah oh we're so

Miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from

The genuine becoming

Whoa ah oh we're so

Miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from

The genuine becoming

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 cradle

But I'm 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 ah oh we're so

Miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from

The genuine becoming

Whoa ah oh we're so

Miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from

The genuine becoming