Tall Tales for Spring - Vanessa Carlton

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and

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

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

Reminds holds the key eyes that started everything

Maybe it’s fate, 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 sun beam

There’s nothing more than a daydream

Colored stained glass cathedral

Confess a past that won’t let you go

God rest your head Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surely coming through

Pray to a ghost that I’ve never met

Baby is free never met

Still searchin' for someway out of this mess

It’s the heart

It’s the heart

And there is a madness, a madness in the stars

But you knew it, you knew it from the start

Hmmmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmmm