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 gentlemen

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 Water Wings 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 you’re 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 a cold

I, 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

This brand new colony