What is wrong?
It's something I can't understand.
What is black?
It's something that hurts me.
What is right?
It's anything I do and think.
What is white?
It's any I love.
But now
I don't know who I am,
I don't know what I am.
It's time,
When nothing is white,
And nothing is black.
It's time,
When my soul smokes white cigarettes,
But the smoke is still gray.
So, why
Is my pain so nice to me tonight?
Is it black or white?
What I hate?
I should hate just myself,
Cause my world
Has been made by me.
What I love?
I love just you and no one else,
Cause you have your own color.
But now
You don't care who you are,
You don't care what you are.
It's time,
When nothing is black,
And nothing is white.
It's time,
When my soul smokes white cigarettes,
But the smoke is still gray.
So, why
Is my pain so nice to me tonight?
Is it black or white?
I can't find the way.
Should I go or wait?
I can't find the way.
Should I go or wait?
It's time,
When my soul smokes white cigarettes,
But the smoke is still gray.
So, why
Is my pain so nice to me tonight?
Is it black or white?