we'll be 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 of words, we'll let in all the 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, we'll be torches together

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 into grain

what light and momentary pain

so why this 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, everyone's afraid

and everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore

-mewithoutYou