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