Torches Together

Why burn poor and lonely

Under a bowl, 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 cut into shape

And set into place or 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, no

We'll be torches together

Torches together

We'll be like torches

We'll be like torches

With whatever out respect

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 our notes

We were lonely wheat

Quietly ground into grain

What light and momentary pain

So, why his 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 a guitar

And strum the guitar

Strum the guitar if you're afraid

And I'm afraid and 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 and none of us cried

You played the flute, but no one was dancing

You sang a sad song and none of us cried

You played the flute, but no one was dancing

You sang a sad song and none of us cried

You played the flute, but no one was dancing

You sang a sad song, you sang a sad song