Pink Bullets Chords

[Intro]
 
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
 
 
[Verse 1]
 
Gm           F     C      Gm                  F     C
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Gm          F          C       Gm                 F      C
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Gm        F       C     Gm                           F      C
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Gm              F       C      Gm           F    C
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Bb         F
Over the ramparts you tossed
Bb                F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Bb         F                Ab
tied to a brick sweet as a song
                     Eb                        F
the years have been short but the days were long
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
Gm         F          C          Gm                 F     C
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Gm            F         C           Gm                  F     C
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Gm                      F     C    Gm                  F     C
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Gm              F   C        Gm                F    C
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Bb                      F
Since then it's been a book
               Bb
you read in reverse
                   F
so you understand less as the pages turn
Bb              F                 Ab
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
          Eb                Bb
that even I could be the star
 
 
[Bridge]
 
Eb     F           Ab        Bb
I don't look back much as a rule
Eb      F               Ab        Bb
and all this way before murder is cool
Eb       F                      Bb          Eb
but your memory is here and I'd like you to stay
           F
a warm light on a winter's day
 
 
[Instrumental]
 
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
Gm      F   C
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Bb         F
Over the ramparts you tossed
Bb                  F
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Bb          F               Ab
tied to a brick sweet as a song
                      Eb                          Ab
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
           Eb
two loose kites falling from the sky
Ab              Eb                   F
drawn to the ground and an end to flight