The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
We take sour sips from life's lush lipsAnd we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationshipsStomp out this disaster townYou'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I knowyou're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might've started singing just a little soonWe're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunningWhoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feetAnd we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singingSlept through the weekend and dreamingOf sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternityGot 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 oh, we're so miserable and stunningWhoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunningWhoa oh, we're so miserable and stunningWhoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh...
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalancheWhen the pearls in our shells got up to danceYou call me a bad tipper of the cradleTired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawnsWe're the has-beens of husbandsSharpening the knives of young wivesTake two years and call me when you're betterTake teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunningWhoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunningWhoa oh, we're so miserable and stunningWhoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning