Lyrics

Spider's Web

October 2008

If a black man is racist,
Is it okay?
When it’s the white man’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.

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.