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