He built for them a tower
So they'd look out on everything
The more he worked on it
The less they saw of him
And no-one was to blame
The walls were made of paper
The floors were made of air
He made them take their shoes off
And he carried them everywhere
And no-one was to blame
But It was more than they could do
More than they could do
To open up the gate
More than they could take
To break his bones
And set them straight
They could see that he was glad
As the tower climbed more and more
And after he would go inside
They'd lock the door
And no-one was to blame
And the children they would whisper
When they went out to play
And though they needed him like oxygen
They'd lock it anyway
And no-one was to blame
But It was more than they could do
More than they could do
To open up the gate
More than they could take
To break his bones
And set them straight