Letra de 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 forMadness, madness of the heart But you knew it, you knew it from the startAnd 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 thisMadness, 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 startStare a sleepy smile into a sun beam There's nothing more than a daydreamColoured stained-glass cathedral Confines a past that won't let you goGod 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 messIt'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