You were too young to play the fool, but sometimes they break the rules. Burdened by your emotional bruise; Hovering the skies, the demons roost. I hear them voices ringing, Halleleu -- a child is born. I hear them angels singing, Halleleu -- Halleleujah, I tend to believe in things uncertain. I tend to conceive in things uncertain. They were always chasing after you but you angel held fast, wouldn't let them through. Now they crucify her -- what will you do? Darkening the skies, the demons roost. You were young enough to believe. You pray. You were too young, young and free to take it away. but I saw your knees, were down, on what they said. And you were young, and so naieve, that's you.