Woorden:
Alexisonfire Young Cardinals

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

When will this winter end? The snow's been falling for months The town all dressed in white And my skin is burning from the wind A cold sun in disguise

Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus Hard-up people living off crust And there's a beat-up town car it's starting to ruse Hard soles are kicking up

Old crows ride in the mouth of the beast Sleep beneath its tongue, cradled by its teeth We roam from shore to shore From the open sky to the ocean floor

I find myself concerned for the common man these days Evil are the minds that push the divide Forced to live a life in fear that his future is on the

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

All blossoms die in the light of our new culture Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered Countless lessons lie in every fever dream A million

When will this winter end? The snow?s been falling for months The town all dressed in white And my skin is burning from the wind The cold sun in disguise

They are the nameless victims of a generation lost Searching for somewhere to exist Held captive by our mistakes Weak and unable to resist Resentful