Tall Tales For Spring

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 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

Confines a past that wont let you go

God rest your head Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surly coming through

Now I pray to a ghost that I've never met

Searching for someway out of this mess

It's the heart

It's the heart

And the madness, a madness in the stars

But you knew it, we knew it from the start

Hmmmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmmm