WE TAKE THE SIP FROM LIFE'S LUSH LIPS AND WE 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." WE MIGHT'VE SAID GOODBYES JUST A LITTLE SOON
WE'RE THROWING STONES AT A GLASS MOON WE'RE SO MISERABLE AND STUNNING LOVE SONGS FOR
THE GENUINELY CUNNING 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 ROBBING LIPS, KISSING BANKS
UNDER THIS MOON 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 BUT I'M JUST 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
AND FIND YOURSELF WETTER