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've started singing just a little soon 
We're throwing stones at a glass moon 

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh 

We keep the beat with your blistered feet 
And 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've said goodbyes just a little soon 
(stomp out this disaster town) 
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon 

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning 
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh… 

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche 
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance 
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle 
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 oh, we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning 
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning 
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning