>Would she live to hear the end of that music drifting up from the square? It would be a beautiful memory
of this life: the late afternoon, a melody recounting the dreams of a country on the other side of the world,
the warm cosy room, the handsome young man passing by, full of life, who had decided to stop and was
now standing looking up at her. She realised that the pills were beginning to take effect and that he was
the last person who would see her.

Spider’s Web by Katie Melua. Great lyrics.

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