Receipt on the Roof

Your porch light neighbor still keeps the receipt

Nailed to a hatch right above where we sleep

While a hotel Bible stays shut in the drawer

Safe in the dust of our half-tiled floor

Concrete dust in the air we breathe

But there is a spark right underneath (oh-oh-oh)

We are building this house out of paper and sparks

Brightest machine in the cold and the dark

(yeah) Running on lines that the city forgot

Keeping the fire in a vacant lot

We hammer the beams while the sirens go by

Framing a life underneath a grey sky

With sawdust and paint on the palms of our hands Writing our

names where the scaffolding stands But the architect came with a map

and a key To tear down the dreams that you promised to

me He threw out the Bible,

he tore up the roof

Leaving us cold with no structural proof

(hey! hey!)

We are building this house...

(oh-oh-oh) Keep the receipt,

let the structure fall