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