Lyrics

When Klimt and Vincent went to Paris
they came back more aware of the colors they could use
And maybe I should too
Burnt sienna, indigo
And bright as sunlight, black as coal
The pigments they look swell, when put together well
And I forgot I had lost my way

Now it feels a little crazy
Trying to be free
Learning as I’m going
Who am I trying to be?

Before I crossed the windy seas
Or drank the wine of Burgundy
I was in a rut
And feeling like a nut
Creature comforts stripped away
And walking ‘round on rainy days
I saw myself so plain, I saw myself in pain
And I forgot I had lost my way

Now it feels a little crazy
Trying to be free
Learning as I’m going
Who am I trying to be?

Now it feels a little crazy
Trying to be free
Learning as I’m going
Who am I trying to be?

Now it feels a little crazy (feels a little crazy)
Trying to be free (trying to be free)
Learning as I’m going (learning as I’m going)
Who am I trying to be? (who am I trying to be?)