[bad word]  [bad word] florence.and.the.machine

And the heart is hard to translate 
It has a language of its own 
It talks and turns and courts sighs and present proclamations 
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures 
And short shallow gasps 

But with all my education I can’t seem [bad word] it 
And the words are all skipping [bad word] back all damaged 
And I will 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 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 [bad word] it 
And the words are all skipping [bad word] back all damaged 
And I will 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 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 

No, words are a language that doesn’t deserve such treatment 
That all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling 

All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I’m here 

Words were never so useful ‘til I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before