Ivory Tower - Matthew Sweet

How is it pleasing?

Your master is freezing you

Keeping you locked in a cage of your own

Now you’re a child of the things you revile

And the stars are defiled

It’s a crime, it’s a crime

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on, come on

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on

His unknowing stare doesn’t make you aware

That the fire’s still going down here on the ground

So are you a child of the things you revile?

Shall the stars be defiled?

It’s a crime, it’s a crime

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on, come on

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on, come on

Come down from your ivory tower

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on, come on

His unknowing stare doesn’t make you aware

That the fire’s still going down here on the ground

So are you a child of the things you revile?

Shall the stars be defiled?

It’s a crime, it’s a crime

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on, come on

Come down from your ivory tower

Come on, come on, come on

Come down from your ivory tower