Another Language

Where are the words
To speak this thing in me
To tell the ones
Who wanna hear

For there are songs
That can set us free
While hearts lie lost
For years and years

I'm gonna find a way to say it

Writer of songs
I am and so it seems
Words are the brush
With which I paint

But there's a place in us
That lives to dream
In colours too deep to
Relate

I'm gonna find a way to say it
Sing it from the tallest tree

I'm waiting for
Another language
To speak
The story of my soul

For words can be
A disadvantage
And hide the
Hugeness of it all

I'm gonna find a way to say it
Sing it from the tallest tree