Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

Em D A x4Em D A Em D AI was just bony hands as cold as a winter poleEm D A Em D Ayou held a warm stone out new flowing blood to holdEm D A Em D Aoh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the hallsEm D A Em D Amy timid young fingers held a decent animalG DOver the ramparts you tossedG Dthe scent of your skin and some foreign flowersG D Ftied to a brick sweet as a song C Dthe years have been short but the days were longEm D A Em D ACool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grassEm D A Em D Awe fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passedEm D A Em D Awhen our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knotsEm D A Em D Aand to finally fly apart we had to cut them offG DSince then it's been a book Gyou read in reverse Dso you understand less as the pages turnG D For a movie so crass and awkwardly cast C Dthat even I could be the starC D F GI dont look back much as a ruleC D F Gand all this way before murder is coolC D G Cbut your memory is here and i'd like you to stay Da warm light on a winter's dayEm D A x6G DOver the ramparts you tossedG Dthe scent of your skin and some foreign flowersG D Ftied to brick sweet as a song C Fthe years have been short but the days go slowly by Cto loose kites falling from the skyF C Ddrawn to the ground and an end to flight