Strange things happen in a lifetime I was yesterday's voice, tomorrow's ours Those who see numbers refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise your hands and deliver Low superstition to which we all claim
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 rain your innocence on me
Strange things happen in the night time I was twice as crazed and wolves devour Ghosts of love are going through the blinds Nicotine babies will pull those vines The god of the sea is swinging his trident We soak our clothes with the bones of tyrants The sun, it retreats through the dust and the dead And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again
Oh, young cardinals Nesting in the trees Oh, hear our song And rain your innocence on me
Young cardinals Take flight We're turning this in the black of night There were things you were not meant to knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
