Buildings

He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties

He was a husband who drove his wife home

And in the car he would gently lean her head on the side door window

And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

They build buildings

Oh they build buildings

Oh they build buildings

So tall these days

And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day

But she would always always wake up the next morning

And he'd take one look at her a say "Baby that's okay"

And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

They build buildings

Oh they build buildings

Oh they build buildings

So tall these days

And she would ask for time

And she'd ask for time

And she would ask for time

And she would beg for time

And she would beg for time

And beg for time

And call it a gift

And he would give her time

And he'd give her time

And he would give her time

And he'd give her time

But time is not given and time is not taken

It just sifts through its sift

And it was coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee

And coffee some more

He'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core

And by the time he came back she'd scrub the bathroom and make it smell like pine

It would be almost as if nothing had happened

And he'd give her time, saying;

They build buildings

Oh they build buildings

Oh they build buildings

Oh don't they build buildings

Oh they build buildings

They build buildings so tall these days

And she would ask for time

And shed ask for time

And she would ask for time

And she would beg for time

And she would beg for time

And beg for time and call it a gift

And he would give her time

And he'd give her time

And he would give her time

And he'd give her time

But time is not given and time is not taken

It just sifts through its sift

He was a husband drove time home pine scrub bathroom window

Don't they build buildings so tall these days