The carpal tunnel of love 
We take sour 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 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 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 
(stomp out this disaster town) 
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this room 

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning 
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning 

It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche 
When the pearls in our shells got out 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 teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter 

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning 
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa ah oh love songs for the genuinely cunning