I see a mansard roof through the trees
I see a salty message written in the eaves
The ground beneath my feet, the hot garbage and concrete
And now the tops of buildings, I can see them, too I see a mansard roof through the trees
I see a salty message written in the eaves
The ground beneath my feet, the hot garbage and concrete
And now the tops of buildings, I can see them, too The Argentines collapse in defeat
The admiralty surveys, the remnants of the fleet
The ground beneath their feet is a nautically mapped sheet
It's thin as paper while it slips away from view