Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

C#m      B       F#       x4

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

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

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

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

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

C#m       B     F#      x6

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