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 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

When mine's all the chaos that started everything

And maybe it's faith, 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 sunbeam

Is this nothing more than a daydream?

Color stained glass cathedral

Confess a past that will let you go



God rest his head Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surely coming through

And pray to a ghost that I've never met

Don't kill for someway out of this mess



It's the heart

It's the heart

And there's madness, a madness in the stars

But you knew it, you knew it from the start