Throwing bricks

I built a man made out of bricks, and lived inside his chest
I beat my head against the wall to make a heart deep in his breast
I smashed my fist against his ribs to suck the air inside
And swing by swing, and blow by blow, I brought that man to life

I built a man and cut his skin, and lived inside his heart
I pumped it with my fingertips, and loved it from the start
And with every beat I gave him a heartbeat of my own
And filled his veins with the blood I had

Till his blood,
Till his blood,
Till his blood,
Was my own

Oh, I'd build you up, but we're not made of the same stuff,
And even though I knocked you down, you're so much stronger than me
Well, I would build you up, but we're not made of the same stuff,
And even though I knocked you down, you're so much stronger than me

[Florence: I love that song! That song makes me so happy!
It sounds really good, I think...]