Pink Bullets - The Shins
Capo III - Chords relative to capo
x4
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
Since then it's been a book
you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
that even I could be the star
I dont look back much as a rule
and all this way before murder is cool
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
a warm light on a winter's day
x6
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to brick sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
to loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
Without capo
x4
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
Since then it's been a book
you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
that even I could be the star
I dont look back much as a rule
and all this way before murder is cool
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
a warm light on a winter's day
x6
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to brick sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
to loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight