everybody has those days
where one soft sweet song's
just enough to clear my head

fall on real life
is anybody left there sane?
if we slide on over and accept fate
then it's bound to be a powerful thing

if it's just that you're weak
we can talk about it
its gettin so damn creepy
just nursing this ghost of a chance
the fiction, the romance
and the Technicolour dreams
of black and white people

one boy head strong
thinks that living here's just plain
he's pushed down so hard
you can start to hear him sink

and it's one round of petty conversation
you hold on boy cos
you won't go down like this
lay down till it's more than you can take

so one more day down
and everybody's changin
one more head down
just enough to reach my head

yeah if you're weak
can we talk about it
its gettin so damn creepy
just nursing this ghost of a chance
the fiction, the romance
and the technicolour dreams
of black and white people

We are black and white people