Saint Simon Tabulatur von Shins

Verse 1:
          Cm                  G                    Bb
After all these implements and texts designed by
F                           Eb                        F
intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's
             Bb
still so much that hides.
         Cm             G                              Bb
and though the saints dub us divine in ancient
F                            Eb                     F
fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to
Bb
pluck from the vine.

 Chorus:
Ab                               F
I'll try hard not to pretend
Ab                                        F          G
allow myself no mock defence as I

step into the night.

 Verse 2:
             Cm                 G                                     Bb
Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure
 F                       Eb                            D
out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in
                    Bb
making sense of our lives.
Cm                  G                          Bb                          F
The cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me
      Eb               F                                 Bb
I value the but I won't cry every time one's

wiped out.

Chorus:
Ab                                F
I'll try hard not to give in
Ab                                    F                 G
batten down to fare the wind
Ab                                        F
rid my head of this pretense
Ab                                        F          G
allow myself no mock defence as I

step into the night.

Cm  G   Eb  F  G

G
La la la la
G
La la la la
Eb         Bb
La la la la
Fm  Ab        Bb
La la la la la la

  (Repeat Once)

Eb                         Bb
Mercy' eyes are blue and
Fm          Ab         Bb
when she places them in
Eb       Bb
of you
Fm         Ab          Bb
nothing  holds a roman
Em      Bb
candle to
Eb               Ab                  Bb
the solomn warmth you feel
Bb         Eb        Ab       Eb
inside.
Ab       Eb        C#     Bb       G

 (No run through Verse chords once)

 Chorus:
Ab                                  F
I'll try hard not to give in
Ab                                           F        G
batten down to fare the wind
Ab                                         F
rid my head of this pretense
Ab                                           F
allow myself no mock defence as I
G
step into the night

Cm  G   Eb   F   G

G
La la la la
G
La la la la
Eb  Bb  Fm  Ab  Bb
(This continues till songs end)