[00:04.25] We take sour sips from life's lush lips [00:11.13] And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships [00:18.42] Stomp out this disaster town [00:21.74] You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know [00:24.90] You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding [00:32.00] And we might've started singing just a little soon [00:38.71] We're throwing stones at a glass moon [00:45.82] Whoa [00:47.73] We're so miserable and stunning [00:52.69] Whoa [00:54.38] Love songs for the genuinely cunning [00:58.27] Whoa [01:02.25] We keep the beat with your blistered feet [01:09.30] And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing [01:16.23] Slept through the weekend and dreaming [01:19.84] Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity [01:23.26] Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been [01:29.29] We might've said goodbyes just a little soon [01:33.78] (Stomp out this disaster town) [01:36.70] Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon [01:43.89] Whoa [01:45.46] We're so miserable and stunning [01:50.54] Whoa [01:52.49] Love songs for the genuinely cunning [01:57.49] Whoa [01:59.13] We're so miserable and stunning [02:04.20] Whoa [02:06.16] Love songs for the genuinely cunning [02:09.89] Oh [02:11.67] It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche [02:14.89] When the pearls in our shells got up to dance [02:18.04] You call me a bad tipper of the cradle [02:21.10] Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns [02:24.31] We're the has-beens of husbands [02:26.79] Sharpening the knives of young wives [02:31.11] Take two years, and call me when you're better [02:34.92] Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter [02:38.20] Whoa [02:40.23] We're so miserable and stunning [02:45.15] Whoa [02:46.90] Love songs for the genuinely cunning [02:51.12] Whoa [02:53.92] We're so miserable and stunning [02:58.85] Whoa [03:00.52] Love songs for the genuinely cunning [03:06.52]