Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

Dm      C       G       x4

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

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

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

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

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

Dm       C     G      x6

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