Mansard Roof

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, tooI 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, tooThe 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