Dm A# We take sour sips from life's lush lips, Dm A# And we shake, shake, shake, the hips in relationships, Dm A# Stop by this disaster town, Gm A# You'll put your eyes to the sun and say: Dm A# Gm A# "I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding A# A Dm F And we might have started singing just a little soon A# A Gm F C/E We're throwing stones at a glass moon Chorus: Dm F A# Gm Woah, we're so miserable and stunning, Dm F A# F/A Woah, far from the genuinely cunning, woah 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 you been?" We might have said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon Chorus: 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, whoa oh Dm 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, Tired yawns for fawns on hunterâs lawns Dm C/E Weâre the has-beens of husbands, F Gm Sharpening the knives of young wives, Dm C/E Take two years and call me when you're better, F Gm Take tears of mine, find yourself wetter Chorus x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C Dm E F Gm |