And the heart is hard to translate It has a language of it's 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 commend it And the words are all escaping me 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 breaks in the morning light But with all my education I can't seem to commend 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 my stumbling phrases Never amounted to anything worth this feeling All this heaven never could describe Such a feeling as I'm healing, words were never so useful So I was screaming out a language That I never knew existed before