“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 zippedstraight to the throat With the collar up so you won’t catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his 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 hear the grounds Under our bare feet in this brand new colony Everything will change”
If I get married and a guy uses these lyrics as his vows I won’t even be upset. Not even a little.