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



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 your lying there drifting off to sleep...

I'll be the platform shoes and 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 zippedstraight to the throat

With the collar up so you won't catch a cold



I want to take you far from the cynics int his town

And kiss you on the mouth

We'll cut out 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 hear the grounds

Under our bare feet in this brand new colony

Everything will change, oOo oOo...