The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

We take sour sips from life's lush lips

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 stones at a glass moon

Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa

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 postcards from my former selves saying, "How you've been?"

We might have said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this

Disaster town) woah

Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning, uh oh

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

Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's 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, we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning