| Song | Brand New Colony |
| Artist | The Postal Service |
| Album | Give Up |
| 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 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 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 zipped | |
| straight to the throat with the collar up so | |
| you won't catch cold | |
| i want to take you far away 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 ground 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 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 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 zipped | |
| straight to the throat with the collar up so | |
| you won' t catch cold | |
| i want to take you far away 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 ground under our bare | |
| feet in this brand new colony | |
| everything will change, ooo ooo... |