Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        A       G      D      C
              A       G      D      G

 A                G                  D        C
"as someone sets light to the first fire of Autumn
 A          G        D              G
 we settle down, to cut ourselves apart.
 A          G               D            C
 cough and twitch from the news on your face
 A                    G       D           G
 and some foreign candle burning in your eyes

               A       G      D       C
               A       G      D       G
  A          G           D          C
 held to the past, too aware of the pending
  A                  G          D              G
 chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
  A         G           D               C
 enter the fog another low road descending
  A              G               D              G          D
 away from the cold lust, your house and summertime

(Chorus-- Change from slow strumming of A to fast strumming before chorus)
  D              C                D
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             C             D
 pistols and countless eyes
     C              D
 a trail of white blood betrays
         F              G                D
 the reckless route your craft is running
  D             C              D
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             C           D
 dousing an ancient torch
             C
 loiter the whole day through
       F                   G                 D
 and lose yourself in lines dissecting love

              A       G       D       C
              A       G       D       G
 A               G              D           C
 your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
 A          G       D            G
 offer me little but doting on a crime
 A                  G            D            C
 we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
 A                G              D             G         D
 in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all

(Chorus)
 D              C                 D
 blind to the last curse of the fair
                C          D
 pistols and countless eyes
                    C
 a trail of white blood betrays
          F             G                 D
 the reckless route your craft is running
                C                D
 feed till the sun turns into wood
           C             D
 dousing an ancient torch
                C                    F                 G
 loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting,
   F                    G            F                     G
 lose yourself in lines dissecting, lose yourself in lines dissecting..."