Strange things happen in nighttime hours
Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers
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 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


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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, young cardinals