To Noise Making (Sing)
(专辑: Wasteland, Baby! - 2019)
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