One more day down

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?

And we slide on over and accept fate

Then it's bound to be a powerful thing

And if it's just that you're weak, can we talk about it?

It's gettin' so damn creepy just nursin' this

Ghost of a chance, the fiction, the romance

And the Technicolor dreams of black and white people

One boy, headstrong

He thinks that livin' here's just plain

He's pushed down so hard

You can hear him start to sink

And it's one last round of petty conversation

You hold on boy, 'cause you won't go down like this

You just roll on over and lay down

'Til it's more than you can take

And if it's just that you're weak, can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy just nursin' this

Ghost of a chance, the fiction, the romance

And the Technicolor dreams of black and white people

So one more day down

And everybody's changin'

One soft sweet song's

Just enough to clear my, my head

And if it's just that you're weak, can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy just nursin' this

Ghost of a chance, the fiction, the romance

And the Technicolor dreams of black and white people

Yeah, if you're weak, can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy just nursin' this

Ghost of a chance, the fiction, the romance

And the Technicolor dreams of black and white people

We are black and white people

Yeah, we are black and white people

Yeah, we are black and white people