Beautiful lyrics!
An excerpt from "Brand New Colony" by Postal Service
i'll be the grape's fermented bottle 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 you're judgment's on the brink
i'll be the phonograph
that plays your favorite album back
as you're lying there
drifting off to sleep
i'll be the platform shoes
and do what heredity's done to you
you won't have to strain
to look into my eyes
i'll be your winter coat
that buttons up straight to the throat
wear the collar up so you won't catch a cold...
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