Young Cardinals

Go Strange things happen in the nighttime hours Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver 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 song And 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 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 (oh) 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 Oh