Pink Bullets Songtext
von 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 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
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 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 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