Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        B       A      E      D
              B       A      E      A

 B                A                  E        D
"as someone sets light to the first fire of Autumn
 B          A        E              A
 we settle down, to cut ourselves apart.
 B          A               E            D
 cough and twitch from the news on your face
 B                    A       E           A
 and some foreign candle burning in your eyes

               B       A      E       D
               B       A      E       A
  B          A           E          D
 held to the past, too aware of the pending
  B                  A          E              A
 chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
  B         A           E               D
 enter the fog another low road descending
  B              A               E              A          E
 away from the cold lust, your house and summertime

(Chorus-- Change from slow strumming of A to fast strumming before chorus)
  E              D                E
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             D             E
 pistols and countless eyes
     D              E
 a trail of white blood betrays
         G              A                E
 the reckless route your craft is running
  E             D              E
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             D           E
 dousing an ancient torch
             D
 loiter the whole day through
       G                   A                 E
 and lose yourself in lines dissecting love

              B       A       E       D
              B       A       E       A
 B               A              E           D
 your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
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 offer me little but doting on a crime
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 we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
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 in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all

(Chorus)
 E              D                 E
 blind to the last curse of the fair
                D          E
 pistols and countless eyes
                    D
 a trail of white blood betrays
          G             A                 E
 the reckless route your craft is running
                D                E
 feed till the sun turns into wood
           D             E
 dousing an ancient torch
                D                    G                 A
 loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting,
   G                    A            G                     A
 lose yourself in lines dissecting, lose yourself in lines dissecting..."