Vanessa Carlton "Tall Tales For Spring" Songtext

Tall Tales For Spring

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, andThe wicked in me is surly the wicked in youWe pray to a ghost that we never metTime turns for a cure, for the scientists for

Madness, madness of the heartbut you knew it, you knew it from the start

And Hawking will tell us no tall tales this springMy eyes saw the chaos that stared everythingMaybe it's faith, and the sadness takes holdSill stars through the window, will ever know this

Madness, madness of the heartbut you knew it, you knew it from the startThere's a madness, a madness of the heartbut you knew it, you knew it from the start

Stare a sleepy smile into a sun beamThere's nothing more than a daydreamColored stained glass cathedralConfines a past that wont let you go

God rest his head Sunday afternoonAnd the wicked in me is surly coming throughPray to a ghost that I've never met(don't pill?) someway out of this mess

It's the heartIt's the heartAnd there is a madness, a madness in the starsBut you knew it, you knew it from the start

HmmmmmmmmmHmmmmmmmmmHmmmmmmmmm

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