We take sour sips,
From life’s lush lips,
And we shake, shake, shake the hips,
In relationships.
Stop by this disaster town,
You put your eyes to the sun and say ‘I know’,
You’re only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding.
We might have started singing just a little soon,
We’re throwing stones in a glass,
Moon!
Whoa ah oh!
We’re so miserable and stunning,
Whoa ah oh!
Songs that are genuinely cunning,
Whoa oh oh oh.
We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet,
We pull at the words of the mockingbirds’ singing,
Slept through the weekend,
And dream!
Sinking with the melody,
Of the kiss of eternity,
Got postcards from my former self saying ‘how’ve you been?’
We might have said goodbye just a little soon,
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this,
Room!
Whoa ah oh!
We’re so miserable and stunning,
Whoa ah oh!
Songs that are genuinely cunning.
Whoa ah oh!
We’re so miserable and stunning,
Whoa ah oh!
Songs that are genuinely cunning,
Ah ah ah oh oh oh oh.
[Screaming]
It was ice cream headache 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 hunters lawns,
We’re the hasbeens of husbands,
Sharpening the knives of young wives,
Take two years and call me when you’re better,
Take tear drops of mine, find yourself wetter,
[End Screaming]
Whoa ah oh!
We’re so miserable and stunning,
Whoa ah oh!
Songs that are genuinely cunning.
Whoa oh woo!
We’re so miserable and stunning,
Whoa ah oh!
Songs that are genuinely cunning.