Tall Tales for Spring

[Verse 1]
God rests his head Sunday afternoon, and
The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you
We pray to a ghost that we'd never met
Time turns for a cure from the scientists for

[Chorus]
Madness, madness of the heart
But you knew it, you knew it from the start

[Verse 2]
And Hawking will tell us no tall tales this Spring
No minds hold the chaos that started everything
Maybe it's fate, as the sadness takes hold
Still stars through a window, will they ever know this

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
Stare a sleepy smile into a sunbeam
There's nothing more than a daydream
Colored stained-glass cathedral
Confines the past that won't let you go

[Verse 3]
God, rest your head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely coming through
Now pray to a ghost that I'd never met
Still searching for someway out of this mess

[Outro]
It's the heart
It's the heart
And a madness, a madness in the stars