Vanessa Carlton
Vanessa Carlton - Tall Tales For Spring songtekst
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God rest his head Sunday afternoon And 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 Our minds, the chaos that started everything Maybe it's faith and the sadness takes hold Sill stars through the window Will they ever know this Madness, madness of the heart But we knew it, we 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 sun beam There's nothing more than a daydream Colored stained glass cathedral Confines a past that won't let you go God rest your head Sunday afternoon And the wicked in me is surely coming through Now 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 is a madness, a madness in the stars But you knew it, you knew it from the start Hmm...