Tall Tales For Spring

God rest his head, Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surly, the wicked in you

Pray to a ghost that we never met

Time turns for a cure, for 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

Now my eyes saw the chaos that stared everything

Maybe it's faith, and the sadness takes hold

Sill stars through the window, will ever know this

Madness, madness of the heart

We knew it, we 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

Coloured stained-glass cathedral

Confines a past that won't let you go

God rest His head, Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surly coming through

And I Pray to a ghost that I've never met

So searching for some way out of this mess

It's the heart

It's the heart

There is a madness, a madness in the stars

But you knew it, you knew it from the start