Tall Tales For Spring

歌詞

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you We pray to a ghost that we never met Time turns for a cure, for the scientists for Madness, madness of the heart But you knew it, you knew it from the start And Hawking will tell us no tall tales this spring My eyes saw the chaos that stared everything Maybe it's faith, and the sadness takes hold Sill stars through the window, will ever know this Madness, madness of the heart But you knew it, you knew it from the start There's a madness, a madness of the heart But you knew it, you knew it from the start Stare a sleepy smile into a sun beam There's nothing more than a daydream Colored stained glass cathedral Confines a past that wont let you go God rest his head Sunday afternoon And the wicked in me is surly coming through Pray to a ghost that I've never met (don't pill?) someway out of this mess It's the heart It's the heart And there is a madness, a madness in the stars But you knew it, you knew it from the start Hmmmmmmmmm Hmmmmmmmmm Hmmmmmmmmm