Pink Bullets

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] 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 been short, but the days were long [Verse 2] 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 'em into knots But to finally fly apart, we had to cut them off [Chorus 2] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus 3] 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 fallen from the sky Drawn to the ground in an end to flight