Remember when you'd sing, just for the fuck of it?

And 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 we 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

But who could call you wrong?

To 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 find a little remedy, at worst the world will sing along.

So honey, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing

Sing, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, sing.

Remember when you'd sing before we'd move to it?

And we'd scuff up our shoes, honey, the groove of it

Was whatever you choose

"I wanna be your lover" or "the fisherman's blues".

You didn't always sing it right

But who could call you wrong?

To 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 find a little remedy, at worst the world will sing along.

So honey, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing

Sing, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, sing.

Who could ask you 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?

Just stick around until you hear that music play again.

So honey, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing

Sing, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, sing

So honey, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing

Sing, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, sing

For the love of it

So honey, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing

Sing, sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, sing

For the love of it.

Remember when you'd sing, just for the love of it?

And any joy it would bring.