We dig for the gods that leave no bones For the ship that sailed in the sunken sea The vessel aloft in a sky of storms The famine road, and the merchant's quay Come and search, for we who search And looking for us scar the land Turn the soil, weave the dream Thread the river, rake 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 tombs Abandoned villages, rumours of war We dig for pattern, read the runes 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