Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

G#m      F#       C#       x4

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

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

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

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

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

G#m       F#     C#      x6

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