The Shins

The Shins - Pink Bullets lyrics

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I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole

You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold

Oh what a contrast you were

To the brutes in the halls

My timid young fingers held a decent animal.



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 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 them 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.



I don't look back much as a rule

And all this way before murder was cool

But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay

Warm light on a winter 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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