Cutting Pink With Knives
Pyramids
Pyramids of the south-westDestroyed by windDestroyed by heatThey promised such soundThey promised such warmthThey collapsed under yearsOf broken dreams and tired handsCondemned by godsThat thought they'd rotAnd so would weBut they were wrongWe will rebuild the pyramidsAgainst glass skies and fill empty heartsWe'll all regain the golden shapesThat defined our livesThey'll be rebuiltThey'll be rebuilt
From Letras Mania