Lyrics of the Day

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 seemed 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 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 winter's 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 then to flight.

The Shins: Pink Bullets