Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

Bm      A       E       x4

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

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

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

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

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

Bm       A     E      x6

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