# #OK, the whole song is the same chords throughout pretty much # I'm throwing rocks at broken windows Picking locks with footprints from the snow And I don't believe you live in a library Sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea My little bird flew away from me She made her home in a poor country You're breaking branches on your way down Just some one new to throw your arms around The next time I wake up, I want it to be In a rabbit hole to the sound of you With the warm, salty sea It (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
