We take sour sips from life's lush lips
& we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town!
You'll put your eyes to the sun & say, I know
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
& we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa
We're so miserable & stunningWhoa
Love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
& we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend & 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
We're so miserable & stunning
WhoaLove songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa
We're so miserable & stunning
Whoa
Love songs for the genuinely cunning
Oh
It was ice cream headaches & 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 wivesTake two years, & call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa
We're so miserable & stunning
Whoa
Love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa
We're so miserable & stunning
Whoa
Love songs for the genuinely cunning
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
