My Favourite Chords lyrics

They`re tearing up streets again.

They`re building a new hotel.

The Mayor`s out killing kids to keep taxes down,

and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,

letting the curtains turn to beating wings.

Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.

And just one pair of clean socks.

And a photo of you.

When you get off work tonight,

meet me at the construction site,

and we`ll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,

like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you don`t work too hard.

We hope you get to be happy sometimes."

Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of something,

and I`ll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards.

Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness.

Keep all our bad ideas. Keep all our hope.

It`s here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear.

It`s such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.

I`d like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing

in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere.

You are a radio. You are an open door.

I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.

You swim through frequencies.

You let that stranger in, as I`m blinking off and on and off again.

We`ve got a lot of time.

Or maybe we don`t, but I`d like to think so, so let me pretend.

These are my favourite chords.

I know you like them too.

When I get a new guitar, you can have this one and sing me a lullaby.

Sing me the alphabet.

Sing me a story I haven`t heard yet.
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