Pyramids of the south-westnDestroyed by windnDestroyed by heatnnThey promised such soundnThey promised such warmthnnThey collapsed under yearsnOf broken dreams and tired handsnnCondemned by godsnThat thought they'd rotnAnd so would wenBut they were wrongnnWe will rebuild the pyramidsnAgainst glass skies and fill empty heartsnWe'll all regain the golden shapesnnThat defined our livesnnThey'll be rebuiltnThey'll be rebuilt