• We take sour sips 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
    And we might have started singing just a little soon
    We're throwing stones at a glass moon

    We're so miserable and stunning
    far from the genuine becoming
    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 have said goodbyes just a little soon
    (stomp out this disaster town) whoa whoa whoa!
    Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

    (oh-wooh-oh)We're so miserable and stunning
    (oh-wooh-oh)Love songs for the genuinely cunning
    (oh-wooh-oh)We're so miserable and stunning
    (oh-wooh-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'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 tears of mine, find yourself wetter

    We're so miserable and stunning
    Love songs for the genuinely cunning
    We're so miserable and stunning
    Love songs for the genuinely cunning