All This

The heart is hard to translate. It has a language of its own. It talks in tongues and quiet sighs, prayers and proclamations, in the grand deeds of great men, in the smallest of gestures, in short, shallow gasps. But with all my education, I can’t seem to command it. The words are all escaping and coming back all damaged. I would put them back in poetry, if I only knew how. I can’t seem to understand it.

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, because I’ve been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me at all.

It talks to me in tiptoes and it sings to me inside. It cries out in the darkest night and breaks in the morning light. But with all my education, I can’t seem to command it. The words are all escaping and coming back all damaged. I would put them back in poetry, if I only knew how. I can’t seem to understand it.

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, because I’ve been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me at all.

No, words are a language, and it doesn’t deserve such treatment. All my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling. All this “Heaven” never could describe such a feeling (or so I’m hearing). Words were never so useful, so I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before.

—Florence Welsh & Isabella Summers,
(Florence + the Machine),
“All This and Heaven Too”,
Ceremonials
(mutatis mutandis)
Song Album
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