The Shins - Saint simon

After all ^Cmthese implements and^G texts designed by ^{Bb F}intellects we're vexed to fi^Ebnd evidently there's ^F still so much^Bb that hides. and thoug^Cmh the saints du^Gb us divine in ancient ^{Bb F}fading lines their sentiment ^Ebis just as hard to ^{F Bb}pluck from the vine.

^AbI'll try hard not to pretend ^{F Ab}allow myself no mock defence as I ^{F G}

Since I don't^Cm have the time nor ^Gmind to figure ^Bb o^Fut the nursery rhymes th^Ebat helped us out in ^D making sense of our ^Bblives. ^CmThe cruel, uneventfu^Gl state of apathy releases ^Bbme ^F I valu^Ebe the but I won't^F cry every time one's ^Bb

^AbI'll try hard not to give in ^{F Ab}batten down to fare the wind ^{F G Ab}rid my head of this pretense ^{F Ab}allow myself no mock defence as I ^{F G}

^GLa la la la ^GLa la la la ^EbLa la la la^{Bb Fm}La l^Aba la la la^Bb la

^EbMercy' eyes are blue and ^{Bb Fm}when she pla^Abces them in^{Bb Eb}of you ^{Bb Fm}nothing ho^Ablds a roman ^{Bb Em}candle t^Bbo ^Ebthe solomn warmth^Ab you feel ^{Bb Bb}inside. ^{Eb Ab Eb} Ab Eb C# Bb G

^AbI'll try hard not to give in ^{F Ab}batten down to fare the wind ^{F G Ab}rid my head of this pretense ^{F Ab}allow myself no mock defence as I ^{F G}step into the night

^GLa la la la ^GLa la la la ^Eb(Thi^Bbs co^Fmntin^Abues ^Bbtill songs end)