And the heart is hard to translate

It has a language of its own

It talks in tongues and quiet sighs

And prayers and proclamations

In the grand deeds of great men and the smallest of gestures

And short shallow gasps.

But with all my education I can't seem to command it

And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged

And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how

I can't seem to understand it.

And I would give all this and heaven too

I would give it all if only for a moment

That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see

'cause I've been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all.

And it talks to me in tiptoes

And it sings to me inside

It cries out in the darkest night and breaks in the morning light.

But with all my education I can't seem to command it

And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged

And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how

I can't seem to understand it.

And I would give all this and heaven too

I would give it all if only for a moment

That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see

'cause I've been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all.

And I would give all this and heaven too

I would give it all if only for a moment

That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see

'cause I've been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all.

No, words are a language

It doesn't deserve such treatment

And all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling.

All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I'm hearing.

Words were never so useful

So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before.