Coins For The Eyes: 4/4

We dig for the gods that leave no bones
For the ship that sailed in the sunken sea
The vessel lost in the sky and stones
The famine road, and the merchants keep

Come and search, for we would search
And looking for a scarred land
Turn the soil, weave a dream
Thread the river, ring the sand
And dig for those whose stories lie
With buried pasts and futures won
And dig for us as we have done
To lay the dead out in the sun
To lay us dead out in the sun

Coins for the eyes and keys for the door
Fortress, grave goods, chambered tomb
Abandoned villages, rumours of war
We dig for pattern, read the rune

And so a clue to who we are
And where we were and why we will
Inheritors of knowledge now
And ancestors to those who still might
Dig for those whose stories lie
With buried pasts and futures won
And dig for us as we have done
To lay the dead out in the sun
To lay us dead out in the sun