Tall Tales for Spring Lyrics

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and
The wicked in me is surely 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 town tales this spring
My eyes saw the chaos that started everything
Maybe it's faith, and the sadness takes hold
Still stares 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 sleepy smile into a sun beam
There's nothing more than a daydream
Colored stained glass cathedral
Confines a past that won't let you go

God rest your head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely coming through
I pray to a ghost I've never met
Still looking 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