Sing (The Beautiful Sound)

I found a photograph of us in June

We were laughing underneath the crooked

moon

You had a flower pinned inside your hair

We had no money but we didn't

care

And the years they try to wash it all away

(wash it all away) But some things are meant to stay

Oh, we sing to the stars when the nights get cold

Keeping the fire in a love grown old

Every melody

we ever knew

Always brings me straight back home

to you (straight back to you)

Now there's a garden where the weeds once grew

We built a life out of the things we knew

And every evening when the sun goes down

It's still the sweetest sound in this whole town

Oh, we sing to the stars when the nights get cold

Keeping the fire in a love grown old Every melody

we ever knew

Always brings me straight back home to you

Straight back home to you (mmmmm)