The Carpal Tunnel of Love

We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
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 love songs so genuinely cunning

We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dream
Sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got post cards from my former self, saying: How you been?
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa ah oh love songs so 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 teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

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