If a black man is racist, is it okay
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way
Because the bully's the victim they say
By some sense they're all the same
Because 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
How do I know which is right
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight
Because 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
Because 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
