Ill be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
Ill be the fire escape thats bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day
Ill be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgements on the brink
Ill be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
Ill be the platform shoes and undo what hereditys done to you...
You wont have to strain to look into my eyes
Ill be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you wont catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
Well cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
Well 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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