We take sour sips
From life’s lush lips
And we shake shake shake the hips
In relationships
Stop out this disaster town
You’ll put your eyes to the sun and say “I know.”
You’re only blinded 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 oh oh we’re so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
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 self saying; “How’ve you been?”
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(somehow of this disaster town)
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh oh we’re so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh oh we’re so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
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