Tall Tales for Spring
Quelle: Spotify
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
My eyes saw the chaos that started everything
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 your head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely coming through
And pray to a ghost that I've never met
Still searching 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, we knew it from the start
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