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.
- The Shins Pink Bullets
I have been listening to The Shins Chutes Too Narrow a lot lately. I loved this album from the first time I heard it, but I did not realize how good of a breakup album it was. I am not sure if that is what the album is about, but it seems to fit that feeling for me. It is not angry. It is just a little sad.