// It's too cold outside for angels to fly //

And the heart is hard to translate,

It has a language of its own,

It talks and tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations,

In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures,

In short shallow gasps!

And 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,

‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever,

But it never makes sense to me at all.