You were too young to play the fool, butsometimes 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 angelssinging, Halleleu -- Halleleujah,I tend to believe in things uncertain.I tend to conceive in things uncertain.They were always chasing after youbut you angel held fast, wouldn'tlet them through. Now they crucifyher -- what will you do? Darkeningthe 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.