The Postal Service Brand New Colony Lyrics

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 and an open tab
When your judgement'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 b___oned
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
Brand new colony...

Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...
Everything will change, Ooo ooo...