Lamb Another Language

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 colors too deep to