Pink Bullets (Album)

Pink Bullets - The Shins
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 seemed 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 awkwardly 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'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 seemed short
But the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight