Ben Gibbard - Brand new colony

^G I'll be the grapes fermented ^Dbottled and served with the ^Emtable set in my f^Cinest suit

^G I'll be the fire escape that's ^Dbolted to the^Em ancient brick where ^Cyou will sit and contemplate your day

^G I'll be the waterwings that ^Dsave you if you start^Em drowning in an ^Copen tab when your judgement's on the brink

^G I'll be the phonograph that ^Dplays your favorite ^Emalbums back as your ^Clying there drifting off to sleep ^Am

^G I'll be the platform shoes and u^Dndo what heredity's ^Emdone to you You won't ha^Cve to strain to look into my eyes

^G I'll be your winter coat ^Dbuttoned and zipped straight^Em to the throat With the collar^C up so

^Em I want to take you f^Gar from the cynics in this t^Cown And kiss you on the ^Emmouth We'll cut out bodies f^Cree from the tethers of this s^Gcene, Start a brand new colo^Emny Where everything will ch^Cange, We'll give ourselves new na^Gmes identities e^Emrased The sun will heat the gr^Counds under our bare f^Geet in this brand new colony,^D this brand new co^Emlony ^{C G D}

^EmEveryth^Cing will cha^Gnge... ^D Em C G D

^EmEveryth^Cing will cha^Gnge... ^D Em C G D