He was a husband who drove his wife home [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] bathroom window don't they build buildings so tall these days...