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Brand new colony

by 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 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...
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 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
Everything will change, oOo oOo...





 

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