Artist:  The Shins
song:  Past and Pending


Intro:  E, D, A, G
	E, D, A, D


E                  D           A             G
as someone sets light to the first fire of autumn 
E            D     
we settle down to cut ourselves apart. 
 e          d                 a         g
cough and twitch from the news on your face 
e                   d        a             g
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes 

E            d          a            g
held to the past too aware of the pending 
e              d                 a            d
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale. 
e          d            a           g
enter the fog another low road descending 
e                 d            a            d
away from the cold lust, you house and summertime. 

a            g                  a             g            a
blind to the last curse of the fair pistols and countless eyes 
                                      c                   d        a
a trail of white blood betrays the wreckless route your craft is running 
a              g              a               g        a   
feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch 
            g                     c                 d                a
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love. 

e                d             a            g
your name on my cast and my notes on your stay 
e          d          a          d
offer me little but doting on a crime. 
e             d               a              g
we've turned every stone and for all our inventions 
e               d              a               d
in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all. 

a            g                  a             g            a
blind to the last curse of the fair pistols and countless eyes 
                                      c                   d        a
a trail of white blood betrays the wreckless route your craft is running 
a              g              a               g        a   
feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch 
            g                     c                 d                a
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.

• past pending