Shins - Pink Bulletsadd
A#m G# D# x4 A#m G# D# A#m G# D# I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole A#m G# D# A#m G# D# you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold A#m G# D# A#m G# D# oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls A#m G# D# A#m 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# B tied to a brick sweet as a song F# G# the years have been short but the days were long A#m G# D# A#m G# D# Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass A#m G# D# A#m G# D# we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed A#m G# D# A#m G# D# when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots A#m G# D# A#m 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# B or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast F# G# that even I could be the star F# G# B C# I dont look back much as a rule F# G# B 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 A#m G# D# x6 C# G# Over the ramparts you tossed C# G# the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers C# G# B tied to brick sweet as a song F# B the years have been short but the days go slowly by F# to loose kites falling from the sky B F# G# drawn to the ground and an end to flight
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