Shins - Pink bullets

^EmI was just bo^Dny han^Ads as c^Emold as a winter pole^{D A Em}you held a w^Darm stone o^Aut new f^Emlowing blood to hol^Dd ^{A Em}oh what a ^Dcontrast^A you w^Emere to the brutes in the hall^Ds ^{A Em}my timid young f^Dingers h^Aeld a d^Emecent animal ^{D A}

^GOver the ra^Dmparts you tossed ^Gthe scent of your ^Dskin and some foreign flowers ^Gtied to a b^Drick sweet as a s^Fong the years have been s^Chort but the days were lon^Dg

^EmCool of a t^Demperate br^Aeeze from d^Emark skies to wet gr^Dass ^{A Em}we fell in a f^Dield it se^Aems now a th^Emousand summers passe^Dd ^{A Em}when our kite lines firs^Dt cros^Ased w^Eme tied them into kno^Dts ^{A Em}and to finally f^Dly a^Apart we h^Emad to cut them off^{D A}

^GSince then it's been a b^Dook you read in rev^Gerse so you understand l^Dess as the pages turn ^Gor a movie so cr^Dass and awkwardly ^Fcast that even ^CI could be the sta^Dr

^CI dont^D look back m^Fuch as a r^Gule ^Cand all ^Dthis way before ^Fmurder is ^Gcool ^Cbut your ^Dmemory is here and i'd ^Glike you to ^Cstay a warm ligh^Dt on a winter's day

^GOver the ra^Dmparts you tossed ^Gthe scent of your sk^Din and some foreign flowers ^Gtied to br^Dick sweet as a s^Fong the years have been sh^Cort but the days go slowly b^Fy to loose k^Cites falling from the sky ^Fdrawn to the gro^Cund and an end to fli^Dght

^GmI was just bo^Fny han^Cds as c^Gmold as a winter pole^{F C Gm}you held a w^Farm stone o^Cut new f^Gmlowing blood to hol^Fd ^{C Gm}oh what a ^Fcontrast^C you w^Gmere to the brutes in the hall^Fs ^{C Gm}my timid young f^Fingers h^Celd a d^Gmecent animal ^{F C}

^A#Over the ra^Fmparts you tossed ^A#the scent of your ^Fskin and some foreign flowers ^A#tied to a b^Frick sweet as a s^G#ong the years have been s^D#hort but the days were lon^Fg

^GmCool of a t^Femperate br^Ceeze from d^Gmark skies to wet gr^Fass ^{C Gm}we fell in a f^Field it se^Cems now a th^Gmousand summers passe^Fd ^{C Gm}when our kite lines firs^Ft cros^Csed w^Gme tied them into kno^Fts ^{C Gm}and to finally f^Fly a^Cpart we h^Gmad to cut them off^{F C}

^A#Since then it's been a b^Fook you read in rev^A#erse so you understand l^Fess as the pages turn ^A#or a movie so cr^Fass and awkwardly ^G#cast that even ^D#I could be the sta^Fr

^D#I dont^F look back m^G#uch as a r^A#ule ^D#and all ^Fthis way before ^G#murder is ^A#cool ^C#but your ^Fmemory is here and i'd ^A#like you to ^D#stay a warm ligh^Ft on a winter's day

^A#Over the ra^Fmparts you tossed ^A#the scent of your sk^Fin and some foreign flowers ^A#tied to bri^Fck sweet as a so^G#ng the years have been sh^D#ort but the days go slowly b^G#y to loose k^D#ites falling from the sky ^G#drawn to the gro^D#und and an end to fli^A#ght