
Date of issue: 24.07.2000
Song language: English
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 |