Johnny Flynn, Robert Macfarlane - Coins for the eyes: 3/4 lyrics

We dig for the Gods that leave no bones
For the ship that sailed in the sunken sea
There's a lot to discarded 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 dread the river, rig 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 thе sun
To lay us dead out in the sun

Coins for the еyes and keys for the door
Fortress, grave goods, chambered too
Abandoned villages, rumours of war
We dig for pattern, reap the reward
And so a glue to gloomy are
And where we were and why we will
Inheritors of knowledge now
And ancestors to those who steal my-
I 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