vanessa carlton
tall tales for spring
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 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 There's a madness, a madness of the heart But you knew it, you knew it from the start  Stare a sleepy smile into a sunbeam Is this nothing more than a daydream? Color stained glass cathedral Confess a past that will let you go  God rest your head Sunday afternoon And 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