They might have burned
But the priests were all taking turns
Showing nuns what they have 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
And 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 a grown men might be tempted to question his birthright
In front of his kids and devout wife
Causing the doubt to begin to spread like original sin