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