Go!

Strange things happen in the nighttime hours

Yesterdayâ s buds are tomorrowâ s flowers

Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver

And powerful men raise their 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

Reign your innocence on me

One, two, three, four!

Strange things happen in the nighttime hours

White tails graze and wolves devour

Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines

Nicotine babies being born with no 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 songs

Reign your innocence on me

Young cardinals take flight

Return to nest in the black of night

There are things you were not meant to know

Young cardinals take flight

Return to nest in the black of night

There are things you were not meant to know

Oh young cardinals

Nesting in the trees

Oh hear our songs

Reign your innocence on me

Oh young cardinals

Oh young cardinals

Oh young cardinals

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