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The Shins - Pink Bullets lyrics
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 as 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'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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