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