The Postal Service - Brand New Colony

Apr 13, 2004 21:57

I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as your lying there drifting off
to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what
heredity's done to you: you won't have to
strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up so
you won't catch cold

I want to take you far
from the cynics in this town
[and kiss you on the mouth]
we'll cut our bodies free
from the tethers of this scene
start a brand new colony
where everything will change
we'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
the sun will heat the ground
under our bare feet
in this brand new colony

everything will change <3
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