Pyramids

Pyramids of the south-west
Destroyed by wind
Destroyed by heat

They promised such sound
They promised such warmth

They collapsed under years
Of broken dreams and tired hands

Condemned by gods
That thought they'd rot
And so would we
But they were wrong

We will rebuild the pyramids
Against glass skies and fill empty hearts
We'll all regain the golden shapes

That defined our lives

They'll be rebuilt
They'll be rebuilt