Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

F#m      E       B       x4

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

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

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

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

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

F#m       E     B      x6

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