Alexionfire - Young Cardinals

Go!
 Strange things happen in the nighttime hour
 Yesterday’s buds are tomorrow’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
 Oh young cardinals
 Oh