Tall Tales For Spring - Vanessa Carlton

Written by：Carlton Vanessa

God rest his head Sunday afternoon

The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you

We pray to a ghost that we 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

My eyes saw the chaos that started everything

Maybe it's faith 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

Madness a madness of the heart

But you knew it you knew it from the start

Stare a sleepy smile into a sunbeam

This nothing more than a daydream

Color stained glass cathedral

Confess a past that will let you go

God rest your head Sunday afternoon

The wicked in me is surely coming through

And pray to a ghost that I've never met

Still searching for someway out of this mess

It's the heart

It's the heart

And there's madness a madness in the stars

But you knew it we knew it from the start