Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Slept through the weekend and dreamed
Stop by this disaster town, you'll put your eyes to the sun and say
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
(Somehow this disaster town)
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning, hey
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning, woah
We’re the has beens of husbands
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
Got postcards from my former self, saying "How you been?"
We might have said goodbye just a little soon
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
And we might have started singing just a little soon
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
We're throwing stones in a glass room
Take two years and call me when you're better
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning
Sharpening the knives of young wives
We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
I’m tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
