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 blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might have started singing just a little soon We're throwing the stones at a glass moon Whoa, ah, oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, ah, oh, far from 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 dreaming, Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcardsfrom my former selves, saying, "How you been?""
We might've said good byes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town.) Woooah.
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon Whoa, ah, oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, ah, oh, far from the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, ah, oh, far from the genuinely 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 yawns for fawns on hunters lawns We're the hasbeens of the husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years and call me when you're better Take tears of mine and find yourself wetter Whoa, ah, oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, ah, oh, far from the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, ah, oh, far from the genuinely cunning.
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