Текст песни Shins, The - Pink Bullets

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter poleYou held a warm stone out new flowing blood to holdOh what a contrast you wereTo the brutes in the hallsMy timid young fingers held a decent animal.Over the ramparts you tossedThe scent of your skin and some foreign flowersTied to a brickSweet as a songThe years have seemed short but the days were long.Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grassWe fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passedWhen our kite lines first crossedWe tied them into knotsAnd to finally fly apartWe had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverseSo you understand less as the pages turnOr a movie so crassAnd awkwardly castThat even I could be the star.I don't look back much as a ruleAnd all this way before murder was coolBut your memory is here and I'd like it to stayWarm light on a winter's day.Over the ramparts you tossedThe scent of your skin and some foreign flowersTied to a brickSweet as a songThe years have seemed short but the days go slowly byTwo loose kites falling from the skyDrawn to the ground and an end to flight.
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