Pink Bullets Lyrics
| Song | Pink Bullets |
| Artist | The Shins |
| Album | Chutes Too Narrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Mercer |
| [00:20.95] | I was just bony hands as |
| [00:23.99] | Cold as a winter pole |
| [00:29.47] | You held a warm stone out new |
| [00:32.49] | Flowing blood to hold |
| [00:37.90] | Oh what a contrast you were |
| [00:42.22] | To the brutes in the halls |
| [00:46.31] | My timid young fingers |
| [00:48.59] | Held a decent animal |
| [00:55.20] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
| [00:59.13] | The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers |
| [01:03.82] | Tied to a brick |
| [01:05.95] | Sweet as a song |
| [01:08.10] | The years have seemed short |
| [01:10.23] | But the days were long |
| [01:17.11] | Cool of a temperate breeze from |
| [01:20.46] | Dark skies to wet grass |
| [01:25.45] | We fell in a field it seems now |
| [01:28.93] | A thousand summers passed |
| [01:34.13] | When our kite lines first crossed |
| [01:38.63] | We tied them into knots |
| [01:42.98] | And to finally fly apart |
| [01:46.17] | We had to cut them off |
| [01:51.56] | Since then it's been a book |
| [01:53.77] | You read in reverse |
| [01:55.89] | So you understand less as the pages turn |
| [02:00.18] | Or a movie so crass |
| [02:02.38] | And awkwardly cast |
| [02:04.51] | |
| [02:05.21] | That even I could be the star |
| [02:14.24] | I don't look back much as a rule |
| [02:22.49] | And all this way before murder was cool |
| [02:31.30] | But your memory is here and |
| [02:33.81] | I'd like it to stay |
| [02:39.81] | Warm light on a winter's day |
| [03:16.69] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
| [03:17.86] | The scent of your skin |
| [03:19.31] | And some foreign flowers |
| [03:19.95] | Tied to a brick |
| [03:23.38] | Sweet as a song |
| [03:25.55] | The years have seemed short |
| [03:27.39] | But the days go slowly by |
| [03:30.12] | Two loose kites falling from the sky |
| [03:34.31] | Drawn to the ground and an end to flight |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Mercer |
| [00:20.95] | I was just bony hands as |
| [00:23.99] | Cold as a winter pole |
| [00:29.47] | You held a warm stone out new |
| [00:32.49] | Flowing blood to hold |
| [00:37.90] | Oh what a contrast you were |
| [00:42.22] | To the brutes in the halls |
| [00:46.31] | My timid young fingers |
| [00:48.59] | Held a decent animal |
| [00:55.20] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
| [00:59.13] | The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers |
| [01:03.82] | Tied to a brick |
| [01:05.95] | Sweet as a song |
| [01:08.10] | The years have seemed short |
| [01:10.23] | But the days were long |
| [01:17.11] | Cool of a temperate breeze from |
| [01:20.46] | Dark skies to wet grass |
| [01:25.45] | We fell in a field it seems now |
| [01:28.93] | A thousand summers passed |
| [01:34.13] | When our kite lines first crossed |
| [01:38.63] | We tied them into knots |
| [01:42.98] | And to finally fly apart |
| [01:46.17] | We had to cut them off |
| [01:51.56] | Since then it' s been a book |
| [01:53.77] | You read in reverse |
| [01:55.89] | So you understand less as the pages turn |
| [02:00.18] | Or a movie so crass |
| [02:02.38] | And awkwardly cast |
| [02:04.51] | |
| [02:05.21] | That even I could be the star |
| [02:14.24] | I don' t look back much as a rule |
| [02:22.49] | And all this way before murder was cool |
| [02:31.30] | But your memory is here and |
| [02:33.81] | I' d like it to stay |
| [02:39.81] | Warm light on a winter' s day |
| [03:16.69] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
| [03:17.86] | The scent of your skin |
| [03:19.31] | And some foreign flowers |
| [03:19.95] | Tied to a brick |
| [03:23.38] | Sweet as a song |
| [03:25.55] | The years have seemed short |
| [03:27.39] | But the days go slowly by |
| [03:30.12] | Two loose kites falling from the sky |
| [03:34.31] | Drawn to the ground and an end to flight |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Mercer |
| [00:20.95] | I was just bony hands as |
| [00:23.99] | Cold as a winter pole |
| [00:29.47] | You held a warm stone out new |
| [00:32.49] | Flowing blood to hold |
| [00:37.90] | Oh what a contrast you were |
| [00:42.22] | To the brutes in the halls |
| [00:46.31] | My timid young fingers |
| [00:48.59] | Held a decent animal |
| [00:55.20] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
| [00:59.13] | The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers |
| [01:03.82] | Tied to a brick |
| [01:05.95] | Sweet as a song |
| [01:08.10] | The years have seemed short |
| [01:10.23] | But the days were long |
| [01:17.11] | Cool of a temperate breeze from |
| [01:20.46] | Dark skies to wet grass |
| [01:25.45] | We fell in a field it seems now |
| [01:28.93] | A thousand summers passed |
| [01:34.13] | When our kite lines first crossed |
| [01:38.63] | We tied them into knots |
| [01:42.98] | And to finally fly apart |
| [01:46.17] | We had to cut them off |
| [01:51.56] | Since then it' s been a book |
| [01:53.77] | You read in reverse |
| [01:55.89] | So you understand less as the pages turn |
| [02:00.18] | Or a movie so crass |
| [02:02.38] | And awkwardly cast |
| [02:04.51] | |
| [02:05.21] | That even I could be the star |
| [02:14.24] | I don' t look back much as a rule |
| [02:22.49] | And all this way before murder was cool |
| [02:31.30] | But your memory is here and |
| [02:33.81] | I' d like it to stay |
| [02:39.81] | Warm light on a winter' s day |
| [03:16.69] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
| [03:17.86] | The scent of your skin |
| [03:19.31] | And some foreign flowers |
| [03:19.95] | Tied to a brick |
| [03:23.38] | Sweet as a song |
| [03:25.55] | The years have seemed short |
| [03:27.39] | But the days go slowly by |
| [03:30.12] | Two loose kites falling from the sky |
| [03:34.31] | Drawn to the ground and an end to flight |
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