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?   If we slide on over and accept fate   Then it's bound to be a powerful thing      If it's just that you're weak   Can we talk about it   It's getting so damn creepy   Just nursing this ghost of chance   The fiction, the romance   And the Technicolor dreams   Of black and white people      One boy head strong   Thinks that living 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   Just roll over   Lay down till   It's more than you can take      And if it's just that you're weak   Can we talk about it?   It's getting so damn creepy   Just nursing this ghost of chance   The fiction, the romance   And the Technicolor dreams   Of black and white people      So one more day down   And everybody's changing   And one soft sweet sound   Is just enough to clear my head      If it's just that you're weak   Can we talk about it?   It's getting so damn creepy   Just nursing this ghost of 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 getting so damn creepy   Just nursing this ghost of chance   The fiction, the romance   And the Technicolor dreams   Of black and white people      We are black and white people   We are black and white people   We are black and white people