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Brand New Colony - The Postal Service

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 judgment's on the brink

I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite

Albums back as you're lying there

Drifting off to sleep drifting off to sleep

I'll be the platform shoes

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 a 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 grounds under our bare feet

In this brand new colony in this brand new colony

Everything will change ooh

Everything will change ooh

Everything will change ooh