[male
vocals] (
Soft
flute
melody
fades
in) (
Gentle
drums
heartbeat
rhythm)
Yeah,
we
lay
the
stones
We
build
the
house,
we
build
the
walls
But
sometimes
the
wind,
it
just
calls
And
everything
falls
I
remember
the
dust
settled
on
my
hands
Tracing
the
blueprint
of
all
my
plans
We
stack
the
bricks
one
by
one
in
the
sun
Thinking
the
battle
is
already
won
But
life
has
a
way
of
shaking
the
ground
Turning
the
silence
into
a
crashing
sound
You
stand
in
the
wreckage,
you
look
at
the
floor
Wondering
what
you
were
working
for
It’
s
hard
to
build,
yeah
the
labor
is
deep
But
the
promises
that
we
intend
to
keep
They
break
like
glass
in
the
middle
of
night
Leaving
us
grasping
for
fading
light
Rebuilding
is
harder
when
the
spirit
is
worn
Patching
the
sails
in
the
heart
of
the
storm
We
have
no
choice
but
to
rise
from
the
clay
To
find
a
new
rhythm,
to
find
a
new
way
Oh,
we
gather
the
pieces,
we
mend
every
crack
Knowing
there
isn't
a
map
for
the
way
back
We
build
it
again
with
a
soul
made
of
fire
Rebuilding
is
harder,
but
we
lift
it
higher
And
who
can
prepare
for
the
sudden
collapse?
When
the
future
falls
into
these
hidden
traps
You
gave
every
ounce
of
your
blood
and
your
sweat
Paying
the
price
for
a
future
of
debt
Now
the
saxophone
cries
in
the
back
of
my
mind
Leaving
the
ghosts
of
the
structures
behind
It's
heavy,
it's
cold,
and
the
path
isn't
clear
Facing
the
shadow
of
doubt
and
of
fear
But
look
at
the
violin,
watch
how
it
sways
Finding
the
melody
through
all
the
haze
If
we
didn't
crumble,
we
wouldn't
know
strength
We
wouldn't
go
to
this
measure
and
length
Rebuilding
is
harder
when
the
spirit
is
worn
Patching
the
sails
in
the
heart
of
the
storm
We
have
no
choice
but
to
rise
from
the
clay
To
find
a
new
rhythm,
to
find
a
new
way
Oh,
we
gather
the
pieces,
we
mend
every
crack
Knowing
there
isn't
a
map
for
the
way
back
We
build
it
again
with
a
soul
made
of
fire
Rebuilding
is
harder,
but
we
lift
it
higher (
Trumpet
solo
soaring
high)
It’
s
the
weight
of
the
silence
after
the
fall
Standing
so
small
against
a
mountain
wall
But
wait—
listen
to
the
pulse
in
your
chest
You
were
built
for
the
struggle,
you
passed
every
test
No
choice
but
to
hammer,
no
choice
but
to
bloom
Lighting
a
candle
inside
of
the
gloom
We
are
the
architects,
masters
of
pain
Finding
our
harvest
in
spite
of
the
rain
Rebuilding
is
harder
when
the
spirit
is
worn
Patching
the
sails
in
the
heart
of
the
storm
We
have
no
choice
but
to
rise
from
the
clay
To
find
a
new
rhythm,
to
find
a
new
way
Oh,
we
gather
the
pieces,
we
mend
every
crack
Knowing
there
isn't
a
map
for
the
way
back
We
build
it
again
with
a
soul
made
of
fire
Rebuilding
is
harder,
but
we
lift
it
higher
We
lift
it
higher
Yeah,
the
walls
are
going
up
again
Stronger
than
before
Soft,
slow,
steady
We
rebuild. (
Flute
and
trumpet
fade
out) (
Final
drum
beat)