[Verse 1]

And the jantung 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.

[Chorus]

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 anda see,
Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

[Verse 2]

And it talks to me in tiptoes,
And sings to me inside,
It cries out in the darkest night,
And breaks in 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.

[Chorus Repeat] (X2)

[Verse 3]

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 having,
Words were never so useful,
So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before.