
I want to take you far 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 grounds, under our bare
feet in this brand new colony…

Everything will change…
Dispatched from somewhere on the West Coast.

The Postal Service Brand New Colony.
Vogue Playing with Fire.









