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 We felt as 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 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, and sing, and sing, and sing, and 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 fishermen'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 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, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and 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 it to be sound or to feel saved again? Or 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, and 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, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, sing (For the love of it) Sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing (For the love of it) Remember when you'd sing, just for the love of it Any joy it would bring