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, oh, 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 a 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, oh, 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 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 Sifts through its sift Just sifts through its sift Oh, sifts through its sift Just sifts through its sift When 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 bathrooms And make it 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 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 Oh, sifts through its sift Sifts through its sift He was a husband, drove time Home time, car, oh, core[Incomprehensible] Cold coffee, cold morning, last warning Was a husband, time, pine's scrub, scrub Bathroom, lean head back Car window,hold tight [Incomprehensible] don't they? Build buildings so tall these days © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com