Things are not always the way you think
Rewind and give it a thought
When you sit there by the table with your drink
Looking at the friends you bought

Why judge of what you see today?
Why hide in the tunnels of untruth?
Why always take the easiest way?
Why do you run away from the proof?

You saw that man in a colour of black and white
There is nothing in the middle, no colour named grey
Before you will be walking through the endless night
Why not stay a while and listen to what they have to say?