It's all relative man
Good-bad-evil-goodness
Whatever
You can't measure

There used to be a point in time
When everything seemed black and white
Every thing was black and white
Now it's time I grew up

Between the shades there is dark and bright
And I am no longer attracted to what I once thought was
''right''
Between the endless shades there is dark and bright
And I am blinded,
                  I am blinded by the light

I close my eyes
I see better in the dark
The smell of life is strong
The taste of love still rotten
And I walk with my hands before me
Black and white
Wrong and right
I reach a corner
I turn left

Time for a decision
Time I grew up
I reach an intersection
I decide to go straight.

It's all relative you know
Good-bad-wrong-right
It's all relative- to time
And you can't measure ''slow'' and ''fast''

I need to see where I'm going
Tone down the contrast
Life is full of shades
And I can't see
        Not black, not white- not anymore

27 June 07