In ivory towers we rise, Craining our necks toward the sky, Trying to shape all the clouds By the strength of our hands The valleys that carve through my past Have calloused my heart and my hands But shaped me into who I am Now I'm above I don't want to leave this tower I'm so at peace Height of heights: you have robbed me of life's simple gifts So lower me down Lower me down, down, down Lower me down, down from this ivory tower The rays of good fortune and chance Have rested on balconies' edge And whisper to me as their friend "Don't you leave" Reality is not there It's weathered by storms of despair Down seven hundred white stairs That I have climbed I don't want to leave this tower I'm so at peace Height of heights: you have robbed me of life's simple gifts So lower me down Lower me down, down, down Lower me down, lower me down, down, down Lower me down, down from this ivory tower