text: 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 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
  Because I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all
  And it talks to me in tiptoes
  And it 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 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
  Because 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
  Because I’ve been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me at all
  No words
  Poor 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 Im hearing
  Words were never so useful
  So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before