If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way?

'Cos the bully's the victim they say,
By some sense they're all the same.

'Cos 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.

'Cos 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 our blame?
Or should we chase the moments away?
Should we live?
Should we give?
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time.

'Cos 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.