Tall Tales for Spring

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and
The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you
We pray to a ghost that we’ve never met
Time turns for a cure from 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
Reminds holds the key eyes that started everything
Maybe it’s fate, when the sadness takes hold
Still stars through a window, will they 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
Confess a past that won’t let you go
God rest your head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely coming through
Pray to a ghost that I’ve never met
Baby is free never met
Still searchin' for 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