Brand New Colony Lyrics - Give Up - 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 water wings 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 

This brand new colony 

Everything will change 

Everything will change 

Everything will change