Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

Am      G       D       x4

Am           G     D      Am                  G     D
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Am          G          D       Am                 G      D
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Am        G       D     Am                           G      D
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Am              G       D      Am           G    D
my timid young fingers held a decent animal

C          G
Over the ramparts you tossed
C                 G
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
C          G                A#
tied to a brick sweet as a song
                     F                         G
the years have been short but the days were long

Am         G          D          Am                 G     D
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Am            G         D           Am                  G     D
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Am                      G     D    Am                  G     D
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Am              G   D        Am                G    D
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off

C                       G
Since then it's been a book
               C
you read in reverse
                   G
so you understand less as the pages turn
C               G                 A#
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
          F                 G
that even I could be the star

F     G           A#         C
I dont look back much as a rule
F       G               A#         C
and all this way before murder is cool
F        G                      C           F
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
           G
a warm light on a winter's day

Am       G     D      x6

C          G
Over the ramparts you tossed
C                   G
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
C         G               A#
tied to brick sweet as a song
                      F                           A#
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
          F
to loose kites falling from the sky
A#               F                    G
drawn to the ground and an end to flight