We take sour sips from life's lush lips  And we shake shake shake the hips  In relationships  Stomp out 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 stones at a glass moon    We're so miserable and stunning  songs for the genuinely cunning  We keep the beat,  With your blistered feet,  We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing  Slept through the weekend  And dreaming , of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity  Got postcards from my former selves saying; "How've you been?"  We might have said goobye just a little soon  (stomp out this disaster town) whoa whoa whoa!  Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon    (oh-wooh-oh)We're so miserable and stunning  (oh-wooh-oh)songs for the genuinely cunning  (oh-wooh-oh)We're so miserable and stunning  (oh-wooh-oh)far from the genuinely cunning    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 tears of mine, find yourself wetter    We're so miserable and stunning  love songs for the genuinely cunning  We're so miserable and stunning  love songs for the genuinely cunning    these lyrics are submitted by lakjd;