The Fall of Love - Bing Xiao

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 We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa 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 and kissing banks under this moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Oh 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 We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning