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 & 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)
Never mind out plan making,
We'll start livinganyway,
Aren't you unbearbly sad?
Then why burn so poor and lonely?

We'll be like torches - We'll be torches together!
With whatever out tattered Dignity demands
Torches together, hand in hand

Why pluck one string - What good is just one note?
Oh, one string sounds fine i guessWe we're 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!
With no beginning, with no end
Take down a guitar and 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