Lyrics Carpal Tunnel Of Love

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 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

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 this disaster town)
robbing lips and 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

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 lawns
We're the hasbeens 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