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 stones in a glass room. Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, 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 dreamed We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity Got house calls from my former self saying how you been? We might of said goodbyes just a little soon (Stop by this disaster town) Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, far from the genuine becoming. Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, 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 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 some tears of mine find your self wetter Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, far from the genuine becoming. Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning, Whoa, far from the genuine becoming.