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 the stones in a glass room

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa ah 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 dream

We're sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity

Got postcards from my former self

Saying how you been

We might have said goodbyes just a little soon

（Stop by this disaster town）

Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming

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 far from the genuine becoming

Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming

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