And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks and turns and courts sighs and present proclamations
In the grand days 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 skipping and coming back all damaged
And I will 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 sings to me inside
It cries out in the darkest night and breaks in morning light But with all my education I can't seem to command it
And the words are all skipping and coming back all damaged
And I will 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 that doesn't deserve such treatment That all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I'm here Words were never so useful ‘til I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before.
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