The heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs
In prayers and proclamations
In the grand days of great men
In 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
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

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 made sense to me at all

And it talks to me in tiptoes
And sings to me inside
And cries out in the darkest nights
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

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 love, you see
'cause I've been scrawling it forever
But it never made sense to me,
At all

Noo
Words
Called a language
Doesn't deserve such treatment
And all my stumbling phrases
Never amount to anything
Worth this feeling
All this heaven
Never could describe such a feeling
As I'm having
Words were never so useful
So I was screaming out a language
That I never knew existed before