The carpal tunnel of love

[00:04.00] We take sour sips from life's lush lips

[00:11.50] And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships

[00:18.50] Stomp out this disaster town

[00:22.00] You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know

[00:25.00] You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding

[00:31.61] And we might've started singing just a little soon

[00:38.61] We're throwing stones at a glass moon

[00:45.36] Whoa oh, We're so miserable and stunning

[00:52.11] Whoa oh, Love songs for the genuinely cunning

[00:58.36] Whoa

[01:01.86] We keep the beat with your blistered feet

[01:09.25] And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing

[01:15.99] Slept through the weekend and dreaming

[01:19.33] Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity

[01:22.83] Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been

[01:29.83] We might've said goodbyes just a little soon

[01:33.83] (Stomp out this disaster town)

[01:36.30] Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon, whoa oh

[01:45.30] We're so miserable and stunning, Whoa oh

[01:52.06] Love songs for the genuinely cunning, Whoa oh

[01:58.55] We're so miserable and stunning, Whoa oh

[02:05.56] Love songs for the genuinely cunning, oh

[02:11.56] It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche

[02:15.00] When the pearls in our shells got up to dance

[02:18.50] You call me a bad tipper of the cradle

[02:21.50] Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns

[02:24.50] We're the has-beens of husbands

[02:28.00] Sharpening the knives of young wives

[02:31.00] Take two years, and call me when you're better

[02:35.00] Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter, Whoa oh

[02:39.56] We're so miserable and stunning, Whoa oh

[02:45.00] Love songs for the genuinely cunning, Whoa oh

[02:53.56] We're so miserable and stunning, Whoa oh

[02:59.90] Love songs for the genuinely cunning