Pangea Pop - Burgundy Daydreams Lyrics

Words in a song
Songs in a dream
Dreams in a world
That you wrote

Words in a song
Songs in a dream
Dreams in a world
That you wrote

Words in a song
Songs in a dream
Dreams in a world
That you wrote

I didn't notice if it's real or not
And I really don't want to say...

Burgundy daydreams leave me out of commission
The firefly petition has me rolling my eyes
Burgundy daydreams left me in this position
They say that I'm leaving all the real world behind
I've been alone, feelin' lost, feelin' so bad
There ain't no easy way out, what now?

Burgundy daydreams leave me out of commission
Burgundy daydreams at the end of the world
Burgundy daydreams were freedom of religion
Baghdad's House of Wisdom was a Golden Age light
I've been a tease with Hafiz pranking Rumi
When he slept we dressed him up as God, so odd...

Up in the archway is a bright light like fireflies
The realists and skeptics are calling my name
They scrawled off my face as a dark tribe like Taliban
I won't break my fast for a world so inane
Outside my door are the four horsemen closing in
Ghosts from Atlantic say they can explain
Is this hieroglyphic an angel or alien?
My friends and m foes both tell me I'm insane
Sumeria's past lives and riddles in pyramids
I worship time capsules to escape modern pain,
But what will they say? They'll say...

Burgundy daydreams leave me out of commission
Burgundy daydreams at the end of the world
Burgundy daydreams are where intellects glisten
But my fireside visions are a romance denied
I've been a loon hitched on' Ottoman's oxcart
Where Egypt's lost library shrines, but why?

Burgundy daydreams leave me out of commission
Burgundy daydreams at the end of the world
Burgundy daydreams seen as pure superstition
But the modern day Muslim gets pedantic replies
Pangea's surreal estate was sold to time travelers
Three Arabs with thoughts like Einstein, rewind ...

Up in the archway is a bright light like fireflies
The realists and skeptics are calling my name
They scrawled off my face as a dark tribe like Taliban
I won't break my fast for a world so inane
Outside my door are the four horsemen closing in
Ghosts from Atlantic say they can explain
Is this hieroglyphic an angel or alien?
My friends and m foes both tell me I'm insane
Sumeria's past lives and riddles in pyramids
I worship time capsules to escape modern pain,
But what will they say? They'll say...

What will you do with all your Burgundy Daydreams?
What will you do with all of your lies?
What will you do with all your Burgundy Daydreams?
I'll sing
"Falalalalalalalala Falala
I got my Burgundy Daydreams
Falalala
Burgundy Daydreams
Falalala!"