All This and Heaven Too
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 grandest of great men
in 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
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, it tiptoes
and it sings to me inside
it cries out in the darkest night
it breaks in the morning light
but with all my education
I can't seem to command it
and the words are all escaping
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
poor language it doesn't deserve such treatment
and all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling
oh this heaven, never could describe such a feeling as I knew it
words were never so useful
so I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before
it has a language of its own
it talks in tongues and quiet sighs
and prayers and proclamations
in the grandest of great men
in 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
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, it tiptoes
and it sings to me inside
it cries out in the darkest night
it breaks in the morning light
but with all my education
I can't seem to command it
and the words are all escaping
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
poor language it doesn't deserve such treatment
and all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling
oh this heaven, never could describe such a feeling as I knew it
words were never so useful
so I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before
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Writer(s): Florence Leontine Mary Welch, Isabella Janet Florentina Summers
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