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