A Lamb (producer) - Another Language lyrics

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 lifts to dream Then colours too deep to Believe 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