Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        G#       F#      C#      B
              G#       F#      C#      F#

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

               G#       F#      C#       B
               G#       F#      C#       F#
  G#          F#           C#          B
 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#               B
 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#              B                C#
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             B             C#
 pistols and countless eyes
     B              C#
 a trail of white blood betrays
         E              F#                C#
 the reckless route your craft is running
  C#             B              C#
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             B           C#
 dousing an ancient torch
             B
 loiter the whole day through
       E                   F#                 C#
 and lose yourself in lines dissecting love

              G#       F#       C#       B
              G#       F#       C#       F#
 G#               F#              C#           B
 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
 G#                F#              C#             F#         C#
 in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all

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