Flipping through the New York Times I realized
A whole new world was just about to be.
Everything I locked away when I was just a boy
Has now become so crystal clear to me.
Now everything is burgundy.

My face, my hands, the sheets and walls
Have all got to be cleaned.
The open wounds will cleanse the demons
Deep inside of me.
Everyone has burgundy to see.

You wanted it to be this way
I never wanted things this way
You don't regret the things you say
Now look at you now.

Crossing on a tightrope to the other side
Is easy when your thoughts are processed cheese.
Landing from a freefall is a horrible surprise
And I'm not about to let that bother me.
Till everyone is burgundy.

You wanted it to be this way
I never wanted things this way
You don't regret the things you say
Now look at you now.