I see a mansard roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, 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 eves, 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 map sheet As thin as paper While it slips away from you.