The Shins

Pink Bullets

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 summer passed. When our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots. 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 winters day.
Over the ramparts you tossed, the scent of you 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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--I don't necessarily understand what all of these lyrics mean, but the imagery is great and it is really a beautiful song, in my humble opinion. Evokes powerful sentiment. You should listen to it. It's on the spectacular album Chutes Too Narrow, which was given to me by a dear friend who knows me well.