If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
'Cause the bully's the victim they say,
By some sense they're all the same.
'Cause the line between
wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread
From a spider's web.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
I could tell you to go to war,
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more,
but how do I know which is right,
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight.
'Cause the line between
wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread
From a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
Should we act on a blame?
Or should we chase the moments away?
Should we live?
Should we give?
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time.
'Cause the line between
wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread
from a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
'Cause the bully's the victim they say,
By some sense they're all the same.
'Cause the line between
wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread
From a spider's web.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
I could tell you to go to war,
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more,
but how do I know which is right,
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight.
'Cause the line between
wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread
From a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
Should we act on a blame?
Or should we chase the moments away?
Should we live?
Should we give?
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time.
'Cause the line between
wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread
from a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.