They might have burned But the priests were out taking turns Showing nuns what they had discerned About their bodies in the dark
They carried on, From the evening until the dawn Like they should have been all along Making harmless sparks Instead of breaking little boys hearts
God knows, if you noticed the millions of small holes And ponder the weight of an apple Compared to the trouble we're in
Then some grown men might Be tempted to question their birthright In front of their kids and devout wives Causing the doubt to begin To spread like original sin
