THIRTEEN

Don't forget your raincoat and your flower wellies too.
Water here was said to cure an ailment or two.
A bell rock chimed, a thousand times, louder than before.

Sacred tablets taken to four corners of the earth.
The lines in which they rest are of no coincidence.
So many souls, guard to protect, their secret safe.

Chorus
And oh, now I wonder how these stories came together?
Is this what lies beneath the truth or is it better?
Questions all the things that we were told of heaven and hell.
Is thirteen really unlucky too?

The hieroglyphs of Egypt are meticulous with riddles.
They speak of boats that carry the dead to everlasting life.
Their hearts are weighed, on judgement day, to seal their fate.

How did they get the stones across to stand and make Stonehenge?
How did they make the Nazca lines so perfectly aligned?
What will unfold, we may never know, could they fly?

Chorus
And oh, now I wonder how these stories came together?
Is this what lies beneath the truth or is it better?
Questions all the things that we were told of heaven and hell.
Is thirteen really unlucky too?

The maths behind the paintings of the fifteenth century.
Stirred controversial undertones which challenged history.
Painters combined, God and science, revolutionised.

Aphrodite said to be born of the deep blue sea.
Giants, dragons and unicorns, myth or reality?
Where does it go, infinity, such an entity?

Chorus
And oh, now I wonder now these stories came together?
Is this what lies beneath the truth or is it better?
Questions all the things that we were told of heaven and hell.
Is thirteen really unlucky too?

Repeat chorus x 2