We take sour sips
from lifes lush lips
and we shake shake shake the hips
in relationships

stop by this disaster town
and put your eyes to the sun
and say i know
your 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
Its so miserable and stunning
Whoa Oh
Far from the genuine becoming Whoa

We keep the beat
with your blisted feet
we bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
slept through the weekend
and dreaming
sinking with the melody 
of the cliffs of eternity
got postcards from our former selves
saying "how you been?"

we might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(somehow this disaster town)
ropping lips, and kissing beats under this moon

Whoa oh
its so miserable and stunning
Whoa Oh
far from the genuine becoming
Whoa Oh

It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche
when the pearls in our shells gone out to dance
you call me a bad tipper of the cradle
tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns
we're the has-beens of husbands
sharpening the knives of young wives
take two years and call me when your better
take teardrops of mine find yourself wetter

Whoa Oh
its so miserable and stunning
Whoa Oh
far from the geniune becoming
Whoa Oh
its so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh 
far from the geniune becoming<br />
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						     Thanks to whadafixupman