Album: Infinity On High (2007)
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 stones in a glass room
Whoa-oh oh, we´re so miserable and stunning
Whoa-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 dreamed
We´re just syncing with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying, "How´ve you been?"
We might have said good-byes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing bends under this moon
Whoa-oh oh, we´re so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, far from the genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh, we´re so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, far from the genuinely cunning
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But Im just tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns
Were 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-oh oh, we´re so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh, we´re so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, love songs so genuinely cunning
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