The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Tombo’s Wound
Fingers crossed
Crossed
Crossed
Crossed
I hope it pours today
I cross my fingers
In a superstitious way, hay, hay, hay
We reel to the rain dance
Between shades of green
God give them a chance
For a quench that is clean
Seas erase from the sands
They're left to swallow disease
From puddles in the land
They're left to swallow
They're left to swallow disease
From puddles in the land
Nothing left to squeeze
I'll tell a million lies
To make the Gods cry
To shower this village
From no more goodbyes
Dancing village stomps
Dancing village stomps
Shake the Earth's core
(Shake the Earth's core)
Babies bathing in swamps
It's their daily war
(It's their daily war)
But only joy the children know
Unaware of the fight
Until losing one of their own
They start losing their light
They start losing their light
They start losing their light
Beware of a prayer
It takes a village to raise a child
It took this trip to see my troubles are mild
And they hold life's key
Fingers crossed
In a superstitious way
To keep their smiles
From going away
I cross my fingers
In a superstitious way
The colony is strong
They will live on
They will live on
They will live on
They will live on
They will live on
They will live on
They will live on
Fingers crossed
I hope it pours today
I cross my fingers
In a superstitious way
I will tell a million lies
To make the Gods cry
Million
Million
Million lies
Million
Million
Million lies
God give them a chance
For a quench that is clean
They're left to swallow
They're left to swallow disease
From puddles in the land