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 and 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
