Postal Service - Brand New Colony Lyrics
i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled andserved with the table set in my finest suitlike a perfect gentlemani'll be the fire escape that's bolted to theancient brick where you will sit andcontemplate your dayi'll be the waterwings that save you if youstart drowning in an open tab when yourjudgement's on the brinki'll be the phonograph that plays your favoritealbums back as your lying there drifting offto sleep...i'll be the platform shoes and undo whatheredity's done to you: you won't have tostrain to look into my eyesi'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat with the collar up soyou won't catch coldi want to take you far away from the cynics in thistown and kiss you on the mouthwe'll cut our bodies free from the tethers ofthis scene, start a brand new colonywhere everything will change, we'll giveourselves new names (identities erased)the sun will heat the ground under our barefeet in this brand new colonyeverything will change, ooo ooo...