Текст песни: Tall Tales for Spring + перевод

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and

The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you

We pray to a ghost that we’d 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

No minds hold the chaos that started everything

Maybe it’s fate, and 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

There’s nothing more than a daydream

Colored stained-glass cathedral

Confines the 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’d never met

Still searching for someway out of this mess

It’s the heart

It’s the heart

And a madness, a madness in the stars

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