Those precious words all trample over my feelings
Leaving footprints large as dragon's trails in the wind
And the whispers rushing loud as the roar of a jet plane
Stops my mind from shutting down my brain
Because a red light and a green light means the same to a blind eye
We travel to the devil on the back of a butterfly
A stop sign on a battle ground, the death of a fantasy
We travel to the devil on the back of a butterfly
Well, I'm tired and I'm weak and I'm lost and I'm cold and I'm lonely
Because I feel the same, I feel the same as you
And I really want to know what brought down the shadows
When our light, when our light was shining through
Because a red light and a green light means the same to a blind eye
We travel to the devil on the back of a butterfly
A stop sign on a battle ground, the death of a fantasy
We travel to the devil on the back of a butterfly

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