Tall Tales For Spring Lyrics

God rest his head Sunday afternoon
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
This madness, madness of the heart
But you knew it, we knew it from the start
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And Hawking will tell us no tall tales this spring
Our minds hold the chaos that started everything
And maybe it's fate, as the sadness takes hold
Still stars through a window, will they ever know this
Madness, madness of the heart
We knew it, we knew it from the start
This madness, 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 won't let you go

God rest your head Sunday afternoon
The wicked in me is surely coming through
I pray to a ghost that I've never met
Still searching for some way out of this mess

It's the heart
It's the heart
There's a madness, a madness in the stars
But you knew it, we knew it from the start