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 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 sun beam
There's nothing more than a daydream...
Colored stained glass cathedral
Confines a past that wont let you go...
God rest your head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surly coming through
Now I pray to a ghost that I've never met
Searching for someway out of this mess...
It's the heart
It's the heart
And the madness, a madness in the stars
But you knew it, we knew it from the start...
Hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmm...
compositores: VANESSA CARLTON
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