You'd Sing Too - First Aid Kit

You’d sing too

If you found yourself in a place like this

You wouldn’t worry about

Whether you were as good as

Ray Charles or Edith Piaf

You’d sing

You’d sing

Not for yourself

But to make a self

Out of the old food

Rotting in the astral bowel

Or the loveless thud

Of your own breathing

You’d become a singer

Faster than it takes

To hate a rival’s charm

And you’d sing, darling

You’d sing too