The Shins – Spilt Needles (Ukulele)

Am          C         Am       C
I've done myself an impossible crime

Am     C	      G        Dsus
Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside

Am      C             Am        C
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme

Am       C	      G         Dsus		C
I get to wear another dress and count in time

    G	      Dsus       C		    
Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,

     G	    Dsus   C
Of a giving mind, 

  G   Dsus      C
A polymorphing opinion here,

         G        Dsus
And your vague outline,

Am          C            Am       C
I'll find myself another burning gate

Am     C	        G	       Dsus
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate

Am              C                Am       C
And this is get what you get for pulling pins

Am          C	            G	       Dsus  C
Out of the hole inside the hole you're in

      G 	Dsus	     C
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars

      G 	 Dsus   C
Of a blind man's bike

    G         Dsus	     C
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind

	G	Dsus
On the rolling mind

C	 	   
La la la la laa

     Dsus     C    G
They want you to decide,

Dsus    Fsus2     G  
Eventually, it happens,

      Dsus  C		G
Some gather on one side,

      Dsus     Fsus2    G		
With all their pearly snapping,

     Dsus      C            G
They close the basement door,

   Dsus     Fsus2    G
It sets our teeth to chatter,

    Dsus  C	       G
You never saw it before,

    Dsus
But now that hardly matters,

       Em7         G
You're old enough, boy,

         Em7                G
Too many summers you've enjoyed,

             Em7                 G                   Dsus
So spin the wheel, We'll set you up with some odd convictions,

                       C
Because you're finally golden, boy,

      G 	Dsus	     C
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars

      G 	 Dsus   C
Of a blind man's bike

    G 	     Dsus	     C
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind

	G	Dsus
On the rolling mind