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 days of great men
And the smallest of gestures
In 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 sings to me inside
It cries out in the darkest night
And it 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
Our 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