Why burn poor and lonely
Under a bowl or under a lampshade
Or on the shelf beside the bed
Where at night you lay turning like a door on it's hinges
First on your left side, then on your right side
Then your left side again
Why burn poor and lonely?
Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building
We'll be cut into shape and set into place
Or if you'd rather be a window, I'll gladly be the frame
Reflecting any kind of words, we'll let in all the blame
And ruin our reputation all the same
So never mind out plan making, we'll start living
Anyway, aren't you unbearably sad?
Then why burn so poor and lonely?
We'll be like torches, we'll be like torches
We'll be like torches, we'll be torches together
Torches together
We'll be like torches, we'll be like torches
With whatever [Incomprehensible] our tattered dignity demands
Torches together, hand in hand
Why pluck one string, what good is just one note?
Oh, one string sounds fine, I guess but we were once 'One Note'
We were lonely wheat, quietly ground in the grain
What light and momentary pain
So why this safe distance, this curious look?
Why tear our single pages when you can throw away the book?
Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar
Strum the guitar, strum the guitar
Strum the guitar with no beginning, with no end
Take down the guitar and strum the guitar
Strum the guitar if you're afraid and I'm afraid, everyone's afraid
And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore
You played the flute but no one was dancing
You sang a sad song but no one was crying
You played the flute but no one was dancing
And you sang a sad song but no one was crying
You played the flute but no one was dancing
You sang a sad song but no one was crying
You played the flute but no one was dancing
And you sang a sad song, you sang a sad song, sad song
