Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

Fm      D#       A#       x4

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

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

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

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

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

Fm       D#     A#      x6

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