Shins - Pink Bulletsadd

D#m      C#       G#       x4

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

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

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

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

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

D#m       C#     G#      x6

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