Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        G       F      C      A#
              G       F      C      F

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

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

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

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

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