And 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 deeds of great men and the smallest of gestures
In short shallow gasps
But with all my education I canโt 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 canโt 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
Because Iโve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs
In prayers and proclamations
In the grand deeds of great men and the smallest of gestures
In short shallow gasps
But with all my education I canโt 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 canโt 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
Because Iโve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all