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