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Brand New Colony (Live) by The Postal Service album cover

Brand New Colony (Live)

by The Postal Service

Lyrics
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 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 zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out 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...