Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        F#       E      B      A
              F#       E      B      E

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

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

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

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

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