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