The Shins
Saint Simon
Chutes Too Narrow (2003)

Capo 3e fret (en Cm)

      Am        E  
After all these implements
    G                 D
And texts designed by intellects
   C                D
So vexed to find evidently
              G
There's still so much that hides

And though the saints dub us
Divine in ancient fading lines
Their sentiment is just as hard
To pluck from the vine

  F                       D
  I'll try hard not to pretend
  F                      D     E (reste)
  Allow myself no mock defence
  
                     (Am)
  As I step into the night

( ) Since I don't have
The time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out
In making sense of our lives

The cruel, uneventful state
Of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry
Every time one's wiped out

  I'll try hard not to give in
  Batten down to fare the wind
  
  Rid my head of this pretense
  Allow myself no mock defence
  
  As I step into the night

Am  E  C  D  w/ (aah)  E  <<<

e d c  b  x 2  w/ lalala la

C  G  Dm  F G  x 2  w/ lalala

            C        G    Dm              F      G
    Mercy's eyes are blue    and when she places them
    In front of you nothing holds a Roman
                                          {F  C}  x 3
    Candle to the solemn warmth you feel inside

               B♭                    G            E
    There's no measuring of, nothing else is love

Am  E  G  D  C  D  G    x 2

  Refrain long

Am  E  C  D  w/ (aah)  E  <<<

(E)  x 2  w/ e d c  b

C  G  Dm  F G  x 4  w/ lalala & ^

    Mercy's eyes are blue and when she places them
    In front of you nothing really holds a
    Candle to the solemn warmth you feel
    Inside you
    
    Lalala  x n
    
...fade out