Blood on the highway de Burning Brides

I don't know why you
suck on your thumb and cry
all the fuzzy caterpillars turn into
butterflies
You wanna go where the flowers are nameless
and rainbows unfold
i watch the monkey make his habit
a halo
through a needle of gold
Left foot
right foot
march to the drums and die
Hoist your favorite flag into the
breeze on the sunday sky
I made it back from the magical station
where everything flows
A white lie turned to blood on the highway
where the purple winds blow
all my life all i wanted
was a best friend
then i looked into the sun
A white lie took me far away again
far away from
my little one
little one, little one, little