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