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 ok 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