The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

We take sour sips From life's lush lips And we shake shake shake the hips In relationships Stop by 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 in a glass room Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming We keep the beat With your blistered feet We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend And dream We're sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity Got postcards from my former self Saying how you been We might have said goodbyes just a little soon （Stop by this disaster town） Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming 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'm 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 far from the genuine becoming Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming