Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        C#       B      F#      E
              C#       B      F#      B

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

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

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

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

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