My Favourite Chords

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 spray paint and a new deck of cards Hey, I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness To keep all those 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 And I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing In a room near a truck stop on a highway somewhere Well 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 And 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 could have this one And sing me a lullaby, sing me the alphabet Sing me a story I haven't heard yet