7.Tall Tales For Spring
God rest His head Sunday afternoon
The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you
We pray to a ghost that we never met
Time turns for a cure, from the sciences rolling
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
Your mind saw the chaos that started everything
Maybe it's faith, and the sadness takes hold
Still stars through the window, will we ever know this？
Madness, madness of the heart
You knew it, you knew it from the start
Madness, a madness of the heart
But you knew it, you knew it from the start
Stare a sleepy smile into a sunbeam
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
The wicked in me is surely coming through
Pray to a ghost that I've never met
So I'm searching 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
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