Dig Video (MV)

I'm in it
Deep in it
And I made my own way down here
With my fingernails and bones
Chewing it
Swallowing it
My deafened ears and blackened lungs
Full of earth and stone

Someone up above left a pickaxe and a shovel
A long strong rope and a pair of gloves
They're little comfort to me here
They'll never dig alone

Should a brother have to ask if he's keeper of the other
Still voice calling
Dry eyes weeping
Blood cries from the ground

Exhume me
Unearth me
I think these sod-caked eyes are ready
To see the sun again

I'm sorry
I'm helpless
Compassion is a precious thing
And I've nothing to spend

Someone up above left a pickaxe and a shovel
A long strong rope and a pair of gloves
They're little comfort to me here
They'll never dig alone

Should a brother have to ask if he's keeper of the other
Still voice calling
Dry eyes weeping
Blood cries from the ground