The Shins - Pink Bullets

Iniciando a sexta-feira, abro o dia com essa belíssima canção, dessa banda que vem se tornando importante em meus setlists diários.
Atentem para a sutileza dela, para os arranjos, com leves sons de gaita ao fundo e, claro, também sintam uma doce tristeza com o vídeo.
A música se encontra no terceiro álbum da banda, o maravilhoso Chutes Too Narrow, de 2003.

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 had 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 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 as 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 seem to be short but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.