Remember when you'd sing
just for the fuck of it?
Any joy it would bring, honey, the look of it
Was as sweet as the sound
Your head tilt back
your funny mouth to the clouds
I couldn't hope to know
that song and all its words
Wouldn't claim to feel the same
it felt the first time it was heard
I couldn't name that feeling
carried in that voice
Was it that or just the act
of making noise that brought you joy?

You don't have to sing it right
Who could call you wrong?
You put your emptiness to melody
Your awful heart to song
You don't have to sing it nice
but honey sing it strong
At best, you'll find a little remedy
At worst, the world will sing along

So honey, sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing

Remember when you'd sing before we moved to it?
And we'd scuff up our shoes, honey
the groove of it
Was whatever you choose
I wan't to be your lover
or the fisherman's blues

You didn't always sing it right
But who could call you wrong?
You put your emptiness to melody
Your awful heart to song
You don't have to sing it nice
but honey sing it strong
At best, you'll find a little remedy
At worst, the world will sing along

So honey, sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing

Who could ask to be unbroken or be brave again
Or, honey, hope even
on this side of the grave again?
And who could ask you to be sound
or to feel saved again
Or stick around
until you hear that music play again?

So honey, sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing

Remember when you'd sing
just for the love of it?
Any joy it would bring