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 blinded 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

Whoa oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh love songs for the genuinly cunning

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 post card from my former selves saying: how you've been

We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(stomp out this disaster town)
robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

Whoa oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh love songs for the genuinly cunning

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
But I'm just tired of yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We are 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, find yourself wetter

Whoa oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh love songs for the genuinly cunning

Whoa oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh love songs for the genuinly cunning


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Thanks to (Lew) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 28, 2009