We take sour sips from life's lush lips And 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 stones in a glass room Woah, we're so miserable and stunning Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning, woah We keep the beat with your blistered feet We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend and dreamed We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity Got postcards from my former self, saying "How you been?" We might have said goodbye just a little soon (Somehow this disaster town) Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room Woah, we're so miserable and stunning Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning Woah, we're so miserable and stunning Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning, hey 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 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 teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter Woah, we're so miserable and stunning Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning Woah, we're so miserable and stunning Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; CHICAGO X SOFTCORE SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com