ALL THIS AND HEAVEN TOO

^EAnd the ^C#mheart is hard to tra^Enslate It has a l^Aanguage of its own ^EIt talks in to^C#mngues of quiet s^Eighs And p^Arayers and procla^Emations In the g^C#mrand days of gr^Eeat men In the s^Amallest of g^Eestures ^C#mIn short, shallow g^Easps ^A

^DmBut with all my education ^EmI can’t seem to command it ^FAnd the words are all escaping ^GAnd coming back all damaged ^DmAnd I would put them back in poetry ^EmIf I only knew how ^FI can’t seem to under^Gstand it

And I would give ^Call this and h^Ameaven too I would g^Five it all if only for a ^Dmmoment That I c^Gould just unders^Ctand the meaning of the w^Amord, you see ‘Cause I’ve bee^Fn scrawling it forever But it ^Dmnever makes s^Gense to me at al^El

And it t^C#malks to me, it tip-to^Ees And it s^Ainks to the inside

^EIt cries ^C#mout in the darkest ^Enight And b^Areaks in the morning light

And I would give ^Call this and h^Ameaven too I would g^Five it all if only for a ^Dmmoment That I c^Gould just underst^Cand the meaning of the w^Amord, you see ‘Cause I’ve bee^Fn scrawling it forever But it n^Dmever makes s^Gense to me at^Cmaj7 all

^CMmmm^Ammm, ooh-ooh ^COoh-ooh-ooh-ooh ^DmOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh ^COh, oh-oh-^Amoh Oh-oh, ^COh-oh-oh-oh ^DmOh-oh-^Goh-oh

And I would give a^Cll this and h^Ameaven too I would g^Five it all if only for a m^Dmoment That I c^Gould just underst^Cand the meaning of the w^Amord, you see ‘Cause I’ve been^F scrawling it forever But it ^Dmnever makes se^Gnse to me at all

^CNo^Am words^F Our langu^Dmage doesn?^G??t deserve such tre^Catment And all my s^Amtumbling phrases never am^Founted To anything wor^Dmth this ^Gfeeling ^CAll this and ^AmHeaven N^Fever could describe such a f^Dmeeling as I f^Geel it

^CWords were never so ^Amuseful So I was sc^Freaming out a language that I ^DmNever knew ex^Gisted before ^C

Florence and the Machine - All this and heaven too