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• Artiste: Shins, The
• Titre: Pink Bullets
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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 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 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 it to stay Warm light on a winter 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