We'll creep into your house at night And when you've turned out all the lights We'll crawl across your kitchen floor And walk right through the bedroom door Simple weapons are simple cures For every problem in the world I heard it mentioned, I heard it said There's something wrong In black and white and red We'll split the life you live in half The memories and the photographs You took the time to fill the space You never met me face to face and I'm your daughter, I'm your son What I've done is what you've done Was it something that I said Was it something Black and white and red