Young Cardinals

Go

Strange things happen in a nighttime hours

Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers

For those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver

And powerful men, raise your hands and deliver

All the superstitions to which we all cling

While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 versus 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

Strange things happen in a nighttime hours

Whitetails graze and wolves devour

Ghosts of old loves are blowin' through the pines

Nicotine babies are bein' born without spines

The god of the sea is swingin' 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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