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 the 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... brand new colony.
This song breaks my heart.
I have those platform shoes, the phonograph, the winter coat, the fire escape.