And now the tops of buildings, I can see them, too
The ground beneath my feet, the hot garbage and concrete
And now the tops of buildings, I can see them, too
The ground beneath my feet, the hot garbage and concrete
The ground beneath their feet is a nautically mapped sheet
The Argentines collapse in defeat
The admiralty surveys, the remnants of the fleet
I see a mansard roof through the trees
I see a salty message written in the eaves