Young Cardinals (Live at Copps) Alexisonfire

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[Intro: Green]
This song's called Young Cardinals

[Verse 1: George Pettit]
(Go)
Strange things happen in the nighttime hour
Yesterday’s buds, 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 versus string
The sun hides itself concealing its grin
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again

[Chorus: Dallas Green]
Woah, young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Woah, hear our songs
Won't you bring your innocencе on me

[Verse 2: George Pettit]
(One, two, three, four)
Strange things happеn in the nighttime hours
White tails graze and wolves devour
Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the vines
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