Young Cardinals

Strange things happen in nighttime hours

Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers

Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver

Powerful men raise your hands and deliver

All the superstitions to which we all cling

While high minds in

Geneva ponder e8 vs. string

The sun hides itself, concealing its grin

And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again

Oh, young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh, hear our songs

And reign your innocence on me

Strange things happen in the nighttime hours

White tails graze and wolves devour

Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines

Nicotine babies are being born without spines

The god of the sea is swinging his trident

We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants

The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din

And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again

Oh, young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh, hear our song

And reign your innocence on me

Young cardinals take flight

Return to nest in the black of night

There were things you were not meant to know

Young cardinals take flight

Return to nest in the black of night

There were things you were not meant to know

Oh, young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh, hear our song

And reign your innocence on me

Oh, young cardinals

Oh, young cardinals

Oh, young cardinals

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