Pink Bullets
The Shins Lyrics

I was just bony hands as cold as a winder pole
I was frail and skinny, with hands so cold they felt like clinging to a frozen pole during winter.

You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
You extended to me a warm stone to hold which contained fresh, gushing blood.

Oh what a contrast you were
You were such a contrast from everything else I knew.

To the brutes in the halls
Compared to the boorish people around us.

My timid young fingers held a decent animal
I held gently a good-natured pet with my young and nervous fingers.

Over the ramparts you tossed
You threw it over the walls.

The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Your unique aroma mixed with the scent of some exotic flowers.

Tied to a brick, sweet as a song
You anchored everything down using a brick, which represented a sweet melody.

The years have been short but the days were long
Time has flown quickly by, but the days felt so long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
It was chilly due to the refreshing gust of wind, with the sky gray and the grass damp.

We fell in a field, it seems now a thousand summers passed
We once lay in a field, and now it feels like an eternity ago.

When our kite lines first crossed
The moment our kite strings intertwined.

We tied them into knots
We knotted them together.

And to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
To cut ties, we had to end our partnership.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
Ever since that moment, it has felt like reading a book backward.

So you understand less as the pages turn
As the pages turn, comprehension fades.

Or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
It comes across like a tasteless film with an inelegant cast.

That even I could be the star
It's a film with a protagonist so disreputable that I could play the lead.

I don't look back much as a rule
Revisiting the past is not ordinarily part of my routine.

And all this way before murder was cool
All this took place earlier, long before killing people became fashionable.

But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
I'd like to cherish your memory and have it remain close to me.

Warm light on a winter's day
Like the gentle warmth on a frigid winter day.

Two loose kites falling from the sky
Two unattached kites plummeting from the firmament.

Drawn to the ground and an end to flight
They are both pulled down to a stop on the ground, putting an end to their once-elevated journeys.