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.