'Saint Simon' by The Shins - Guitar Tutorial

                  Bm        F#              A               E
After all these implements and text designed by intellects
    D                E                   A              
So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
      Bm        F#             A               E
And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines 
       D            E                A              
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

G                          E
I'm trying hard not to pretend
G                       E        F#
Allow myself no mock defense
               Bm
Step into the night

      F#                A                E
Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out
     D                   E                        A              
The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
      Bm      F#              A         E
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
   D             E                  A              
I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out

G                            E
I'll trying hard not to give in
G                          E      F#
Battened down to fair the wind
G                       E
Rid my head of this pretense
G                       E         F#
Allow myself no mock defense
               Bm  F#  D  E  F#  F#
Step into the night..

D  A  Em  G  A
D  A  Em  G  A

        D          A   Em  
Mercy's eyes are blue
           G      A       D       A    Em  
When she places them in front of you
         G       A     D      A    Em  
Nothing holds a roman candle to
            G          A      G       D  G  D  G  D   
The solemn warmth you feel inside

             C
There's no measuring of it 
           A                 F#
As nothing else is love...

       
Bm  F#  A  E  D  E  A
Bm  F#  A  E  D  E  A


G                         E
I'll try hard not to give in
G                          E      F#
Battened down to fair the wind
G                       E
Rid my head of this pretense 
G                       E         F#
Allow myself no mock defense
               Bm  F#  D  E  F#  F#
Step into the night...

D  A  Em  G  A
D  A  Em  G  A
D  A  Em  G  A
D  A  Em  G  A

        D          A    Em  
Mercy's eyes are blue
           G      A       D       A    Em  
When she places them in front of you
         G      A       D     A    Em  
Nothing really holds a candle to
            G          A   D          A    Em  G  A
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you

Outro: D  A  Em  G  A