Lyrics

[Intro; Ben Gibbard] Alright, Berkley! Oakland and San Francisco and all areas around We've been The Postal Service It's been an honor playing with you! [Verse 1: Ben Gibbard] 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 [Verse 2: Ben Gibbard & Jenny Lewis] I'll be the water-wings that savе you If you start drowning in an open tab When your judgemеnt'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 (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 [Chorus: Ben Gibbard] 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) [Bridge: Ben Gibbard] Everything will change Ooh, ooh Everything will change Ooh, ooh Everything will change Ooh, ooh [Outro: Ben Gibbard] Everything will change Ooh, ooh Everything will change Ooh, ooh Everything will change Ooh, ooh Everything will change Ooh, ooh You guys have been unbelievable, thank you very much!