The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Tombo's Wound

The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Wild Gods


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

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