Coins for the Eyes: 4/4

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

Come and search for, we who search
And looking for a scarred land
Turn the soil, weave the dream
Thread the river, rake the sand
And dig for those whose stories lie
With buried paths 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 to the eyes and keys for the door
Fortress, grave goods, chambered tomb
Abandoned villages, rumors of war
We dig for pattern, reap the rules

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 paths 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