I still think this is one of the greatest love songs I've ever read...

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 zipped straight to the throat with the collar up
so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this 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

Brand New Colony
- The Postal Service

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