Learn "DECONSTRUCTION" by Indigo Girls on Piano

We (A)talked up all night and (A)still came to no con clu sion. We (A)start ed a fight that (A)end ed in (D)si lent con (Bm7)fu sion. And as we sat stuck, you could (A)hear the trash truck (D)mak ing its way through the neigh bor hood, pick ing (Bm7)up the thrown out, dif f’rent (A)from house to house. We (D)get to de cide what we think is no good. We’re (A)sculpt ed from youth; the chip ping a way makes me (Bm7)wear y. (E)And (A)as for the truth, it seems like we just pick a theo ry (E)it’s the one that just i fies our dai ly lives (D)backs us with qui ver and ar rows to pro tect o pen ings. ’Cause when the (A)war ring be gins, how (D)quick ly the wide o pen (E)nar rows. (E)In to the (A)small (E)ness (D)of our de con (E)struc tion of (D)love. We (A)thought it was chang ing, but it nev er was; it’s just the same as it ev (A)er was. A (A)fam ’ly of fox es came to my yard and dug in, so I (A)looked in a book to see what this could pos si bly mean. Yeah, ’cause there’s (Bm7)fate in the breeze, (A)signs in the trees and (D)pos si ble tra gic e vents, when forc es col lide with the (A)dam age strewn wide, and (D)holes blast ed straight through the fence. (E)Whoa, the (A)sky starts to crash, (In to the the (D)rain on the roof ness starts to drum (Bm7)of ming, our and (A)laid out like cash, de your (D)take on my list tion of short of com (Bm7)ings. love.) And now the show starts to close. the (D)plot’s a pre dict a ble (E)show ing, and (Bm7)though it seems grand, we’re just (A)one speck of sand and (D)back to the hour glass we’re (E)go ing. (E)Back to the (A)small (E)ness (D)of our de con (E)struc tion of (D)love. We (A)thought it was chang ing, but it nev er was. We’re still in the (A)small ness (D)of our de con (E)struc tion of (D)love. We (A)thought it was (D)chang ing, but it nev er was. Our de con (E)struc tion of (D)love. Our de con (E)struc tion of (Dmaj7)love.