Where are the words

To speak this thing in me

To tell the words

You' ll 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'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 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