Another Language

Where are the words
To speak this thing in me
To tell the words
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 lifts a dream
The colours too deep to

Believe to change

I 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 break the
Hugeness of it all

I'm gonna find a way to say it

Sing it from the tallest tree

I'm gonna find a way to say it

Sing it from the tallest tree