even a thousand miles away i can feel you breathing down my neck

insomnia

While I was studying for my chem quiz tomorrow, I had my itunes on shuffle and the lovely Ben Gibbard came up! For those who have no idea who I'm talking about, Ben Gibbard is the songwriter/vocalist for Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, and All-Time Quarterback. He's a genius lyricist and creates beautiful music. I thought I'd share a sweet Postal Service song gone acoustic... It's one of my favorites that went missing. Hope you enjoy it!

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 you're 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
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...