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, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa, ah, oh We keep the beat With your blistered feet We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing Slept through the weekend and we were dreaming Of 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 (Somehow this disaster town) Whoa, ah, oh Robbing lips and banks under this room Whoa, ah, oh We're so miserable and stunning Whoa, love songs far from the genuine becoming Whoa, ah, oh We're so miserable and stunning Whoa, love songs far from the genuine becoming Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh It was ice-cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells came out to dance You call me a bad tripper of the cradle But my 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 teardrops of mine; find yourself wetter Whoa, ah, oh We're so miserable and stunning Whoa, love songs far from the genuine becoming Whoa, ah, oh We're so miserable and stunning Whoa, love songs far from the genuine becoming Whoa, ah, oh