Ben Gibbard - Brand new colony

^F I'll be the grapes fermented ^Gbottled and served with the ^Dmtable set in my f^Finest suit

^F I'll be the fire escape that's ^Gbolted to the^Dm ancient brick where ^Fyou will sit and contemplate your day

^F I'll be the waterwings that ^Gsave you if you start^Dm drowning in an ^Fopen tab when your judgement's on the brink

^F I'll be the phonograph that ^Gplays your favorite ^Dmalbums back as your ^Flying there drifting off to sleep ^Dm

^F I'll be the platform shoes and u^Gndo what heredity's ^Dmdone to you You won't ha^Fve to strain to look into my eyes

^F I'll be your winter coat ^Gbuttoned and zipped straight^Dm to the throat With the collar^F up so

^Dm I want to take you f^Far from the cynics in this t^Fown And kiss you on the ^Dmmouth We'll cut out bodies f^Free from the tethers of this s^Fcene, Start a brand new colo^Dmny Where everything will ch^Fange, We'll give ourselves new na^Fmes identities e^Dmrased The sun will heat the gr^Founds under our bare f^Feet in this brand new colony,^G this brand new co^Dmlony ^{F F G}

^DmEveryth^Fing will cha^Fnge... ^G Dm F F G

^DmEveryth^Fing will cha^Fnge... ^G Dm F F G