Song | Brand New Colony |
Artist | The Postal Service |
Album | Give Up |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gibbard, Postal Service | |
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 heat the grounds | |
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony | |
Everything will change, oOo oOo... |
zuo ci : Gibbard, Postal Service | |
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 heat the grounds | |
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony | |
Everything will change, oOo oOo... |
zuò cí : Gibbard, Postal Service | |
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 heat the grounds | |
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony | |
Everything will change, oOo oOo... |