Spiders Web

May 2008

If a Blackman is racist
Is it okay?
When it’s the Whiteman’s racism that made him that way

Cos the bully is 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
But 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

Instrumental

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