The Carpal Tunnel of Love

We take the sip 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." We might've said goodbyes just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Woh oh oh We're so miserable and stunning Woh oh oh Love songs for the genuinely cunning We keep the beat with your blistered feet And 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've you been We might've said goodbyes just a little soon Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon Woh oh oh We're so miserable and stunning Woh oh oh Love songs for the genuinely cunning Woh oh oh We're so miserable and stunning Woh oh oh Love songs for 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 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 tears of mine and find yourself wetter Woh oh oh We're so miserable and stunning Woh oh oh Love songs for the genuinely cunning Woh oh oh We're so miserable and stunning Woh oh oh Love songs for the genuinely cunning