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Artist: The Shins
 Album: Chutes Too Narrow
  Song: Pink Bullets

Tabbed by: justin@indieguitartabs.com


capo 3

Intro: 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        
oh what a contrast you were
Em                   D    A        
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
tied to a brick
           F
sweet as a song
                    C                       D
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 'em 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 awkardly cast
that even I could be the star.

C     D                  F         G
    I don't look back as much as a rule
C           D               F          G
    and all this way before murder was cool
C            D                      G          C
    but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
    C                D
    warm light on a winter's day.

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 go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight


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