Though we share a thirst for the gold of the precursors
at our worst
the truth is besides that we're both ruthless we're opposites,
hatred's sight at first
the tension's high and my friend's behind
enemy lines or I wouldn't have tried
asking help from his nemesis, first of all

Chorus:
Called are us ones of checkered past
our greed 'tween the lines of every map
once great civilization breathed its last
now its golden idols we lust to grasp

jungles, tides, walls
dungeons into which we fall
nothing snaps us out of our thrall
let the auction judge if the cost was insurmountable

Soldiers crawl the ruins, an anthill's image, foolish
their father's not studied these temples
mine did for decades, I can prove it
to these peoples symbols were a real language and I'm fluent
You're impressed? I didn't think you could do it

So how again do you know that evil schemer?
Dodge my questions then, certainly he sees you as an equal
Behind those pretty features is your secret pleasing people
Oh you think losing your dad's company means you're feeble
Unable to be a leader worthless and defeated
Come to think, if you hadn't, I'd never get to meet you

Chorus:
Called are us ones of checkered past
our greed 'tween the lines of every map
Thwarted ancient traps of brass
Dodging warlord's shotgun blasts

puzzles, locks, brawls
gunfights and reinforcements called
nothing snaps us out of our thrall
let the auction judge if the cost was insurmountable

See father loved archeology
Dangerously
He paid his life, mine pays me
Handsomely
Skip the spiel on heritage
and sentimentality
What did it ever do
For my family

My mourning is a secret shame, quickly obscured saving face
But yours has a living source to whom your failure you won’t admit,
Why we won’t say
Maybe this isn’t the time or the place
Had we met as kids it’d be different together we’d been a hit
You remind me of my father, if he’d listened more a bit

Plans don't flow right from the start love
They're not rivers, they're not us
This treasure hunt's a race but I know I've made mistakes
We are our fathers’ daughters each with a legacy to chase
It's my fault
That you and I became teammates, that now our new history's erased
That we're suddenly apart
Lying to you about the stakes lying about how we'll split the take
Mined all my life and only now the gold veins I'd traced
Connect me to my heart

Chorus:
Called are us ones of checkered past
our greed 'tween the lines of every map
once great civilization breathed its last
now its golden idols we lust to grasp

jungles, tides, walls
dungeons into which we fall
nothing snaps us out of our thrall
let the auction judge if the cost was insurmountable