Make me, make me purple if it's the last thing you do
Take me and blend my shades of red and blue
Taste me like a sweet Italian wine
Trace me and pass me off as your design
No use fighting it, I beat a dead horse
Evolution, revolution of confusion
No point denying it, no staging of a play
I have surrendered to the power of the new day
Make me, make me purple if it's the last thing you do
Take me and blend my shades of red and blue
Waste me, use me up leave me with nothing
Crave me and I'll indulge your every sin
No use fighting it, I beat a dead horse
Evolution, revolution of confusion
No point denying it, no staging of a play
I have surrendered to the power of the new day
Chase me, I love the thrill of a pursuit
Grace me, tomorrow I will start anew