torches together

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 its 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 words

we'll let in all their blame. and ruin our reputation all the same. so never mind our 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. oh!

we'll be torches together. torches together!

we'll be like torches!

we'll be like torches. with whatever respect 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 notes'

we were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain. what light and momentary pain!

so why the safe distance

this curious look?

why tear out 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 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. but none of us cried. you played the flute

but no one was dancing

and you sang a sad song

and none of us cried. you played the flute

but no one was dancing

you sang a sad song. but none of us cried. you played the flute

but no one was dancing

and you sang a sad song. you sang such a sad song.