A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

VANESSA CARLTON lyrics : "tall tales for spring"

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and
The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you
We pray to a ghost that we never met

Time turns for a cure, for 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 stared everything
Maybe it's faith, and the sadness takes hold
Sill stars through the window, will 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 sun beam
There's nothing more than a daydream




Colored stained glass cathedral

Confines a past that wont let you go

God rest his head Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surly coming through
Pray to a ghost that I've never met
(don't pill?) someway out of this mess


It's the heart
It's the heart

And there is a madness, a madness in the stars
But you knew it, you knew it from the start


Hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmm

Submit Corrections