Buildings Songtext / Lyric

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 lean her head gently against the side-door window

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



Saying, oh, they build buildings

Oh, they build buildings

Oh, they build buildings

Ohh, they build buildings

Oh, 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

He'd take one look at her and say,

"oh oh, it's okay"

And her conscience would issue yet another last warning






Saying, oh, they build buildings

Oh, they build buildings

Oh, they build buildings

Ohh, they build buildings

Oh, 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'd ask for time

And she'd ask for time

And she would beg for time

And she'd beg for time

And call it a gift

And he would give her time

And he'd give her time

And he'd 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

But time is not given and time is not taken

It just sifts through its sift...



Sifts through it's sift

Just sifts through its sift

Oh...

Sifts through its sift

Just sifts through its sift



When we had 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 scrubbed the bathrooms and made them smell like pine

It would be almost as if nothing had happened

And he'd give her time, oh,

oh, and he'd give her time



Saying, oh, they build buildings

Oh, they build buildings

Oh, they build buildings

Oh, don't they build buildings

Oh, 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'd ask for time

She'd beg for time

And she would beg for time

And she'd beg for time

And call it a gift

And he would give her time

And he'd give her time

And he'd 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

But time is not given and time is not taken

It just sifts through its sift...



Oh, sifts through its sift

Sifts through its sift

Ohhh-oo-ooooh

Oh, sifts through its sift

Sifts through its sift



He was a husband

Drove, Time

Home, Time

Car, oh, core

Core sick day

Pour coffee

Core warning

Last warning

He was a husband

Time, Pine

Scrub, Scrub

Bathroom, Lean

Hair, Back

Car, Window

Hope, Time Give

Don't they

Build buildings

Tall these days