To Noise Making (Sing)

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'd moved 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?

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 you 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?

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

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