Vanessa Carlton "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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |