I'm building from the Ground up, Brick by Filthy Brick I lay my foundation.
And once that's set, My bear, aching hands begin to work yet
again.
My Bricks are set, my Concrete is dried But its the end of the day
and my spirit has died

It's Dawn! The sun, oh that Golden Halo to the Peruvian mountain ridge!
It illuminates my work place!
illuminates my heart