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 were so misrerable 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 dreaming 

Sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity 

get house calls from a pharmacist, saying "how you been"? 

We might of said good byes just a little soon 

(Somehow this disaster town) 



Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room 



Whoa ah oh were so miserable and stunning 

Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming 

Whoa ah oh were soo 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 of 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 were soo miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming 

Whoa ah oh were so miserable and stunning

Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming