The Shins - Past and Pending (from the album "Oh inverted world")


intro
E        D                       A          G
E        D                       A          D

E        D                       A          G
as someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
E           D      A          D
we settle down to cut ourselves apart.
E        D                 A          G
cough and twitch from the news on your face
E                D       A             D
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes
E        D                       A          G
E        D                       A          D
E           D          A          G
held to the past too aware of the pending
E        D              A            D
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale.
E        D            A          G
enter the fog another low road descending
E           D                       A          D        A
away from the cold lust, you house and summertime.

Chorus
from regular A to struming quick on A

A        G               A
blind to the last curse of the fair
        G               A
pistols and countless eyes
            G
a trail of white blood betrays
       C               D                 A
the reckless route your craft is running
A        G               A
feed till the sun turns into wood
          G               A
dousing an ancient torch
            G
loiter the whole day through

     C                    D                 A
and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.

E                D            A             G
E                D            A             D


E                D            A             G
your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
E          D       A            D
offer me little but doting on a crime.
E                  D            A           G
we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
E                D            A             D          A
in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all.

Chorus
A        G               A
blind to the last curse of the fair
        G               A
pistols and countless eyes
            G
a trail of white blood betrays
       C               D                 A
the reckless route your craft is running
A        G               A
feed till the sun turns into wood
          G               A
dousing an ancient torch
            G
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.

(repeat....play until you want)