Inspiration

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 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... 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, Ooo ooo...

Everything will change, Ooo ooo...

Everything will change, Ooo ooo...

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Electrikmonk colours & Brand
New Colony - The Postal
Service Lyrics