To Noise Making (Sing)

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 or know 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 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'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'd move to it? And we'd scuff up our shoes Honey, the groove of it was whatever you'd 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'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 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? But 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 (remember when you'd sing just for the love of it?) Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing Sing, sing (just for the love of it) Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing Remember when you'd sing just for the love of it And any joy it would bring?