Tall Tales For Spring Lyrics

God rests his head Sunday afternoon The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you Pray to a ghost that we've never met Time turns for a cure from the scientist for this madness Madness of the heart But you knew it, we knew it from the start
Hawking will tell us no tall tales this spring Our 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 madness. Madness of the heart We knew it, we knew it from the start The madness, madness of the heart But you knew it, you knew it from the start [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/tall-tales-for-spring-lyrics-vanessa-carlton.html ]
Stare a sleepy smile into a sun beam Is this nothing more than a daydream? Color-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 And I'll pray to a ghost that I've never met Still searching for some way out of this mess
It's the heart It's the heart
There's a madness a madness in the stars But you knew it, we knew it from the start