Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

Cm      A#       F       x4

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

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

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

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

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

Cm       A#     F      x6

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