Letra de «Torches Together»
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 And 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 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, no We'll be torches together Torches together We'll be like torches We'll be like torches With whatever out respect 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 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 Strum the guitar Strum the guitar with no beginning, with no end Take down a 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 and none of us cried You played the flute, but no one was dancing You sang a sad song and none of us cried You played the flute, but no one was dancing You sang a sad song and none of us cried You played the flute, but no one was dancing You sang a sad song, you sang a sad song
Why burn poor and lonely? Tell all the stones we're gonna make a building We'll cut into shape And 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 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, no We'll be torches together Torches together We'll be like torches We'll be like torches With whatever out respect 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 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 Strum the guitar Strum the guitar with no beginning, with no end Take down a 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 and none of us cried You played the flute, but no one was dancing You sang a sad song and none of us cried You played the flute, but no one was dancing You sang a sad song and none of us cried You played the flute, but no one was dancing You sang a sad song, you sang a sad song
