We Know, Plato!'s lyrics & chords

Fingers graze along the dusted black and white ivory, simultaneously striking and filling the dusked city streets with an orange luminescence. The electricity sparks in the optimistic voice of a guitar and the lamps hum low but confidently in agreement, as the rat-a-tat-tat of drums approaches from further down the way. Someone starts to sing; a schoolboy- no- a pickpocket; left alone to wander the darkening, citrus, stone paths. Yet on the other side of town, another voice sings out- sometimes in unison; sometimes in a harmony- and together, t...read more