And the hardness of the translate
Is a language of its own
It talks in toxic,
quiet sights
It breaks the proclamations
And the words are something bare
When the smallest of gestures Is more shallow than...
...
But with all my education I can seem to commit it
And the words are all escaping me And coming back on their roots
And I would put that back in poetry If I only knew how
I could see the words are still jerk
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 words I sing
Cause I've been scrolling it forever
But it never makes sense to me at all
And it's lost to me in text notes And it's faced
to me in song And cries out in the darkest night
It breaks in the morning light But with
all my education I can seem to commit it
And the words are all escaping me And coming back on their roots
And I would put that back in poetry If I only
knew how I could see the words are still jerk
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 words I sing Cause I've been scrolling it forever
But it never makes sense to me at all
And it's lost to me in
text notes And
it's faced to me in song
And cries out in the darkest night It breaks in the morning light
But with all my education I can seem to commit it
And I would give all this and heaven too I would give it all
Someone was screaming out in the
dreams That I never knew existed before
Someone was screaming out in the dreams
That I never knew existed before