The outline of the city, the sheerness of its height I thought that I was kidding when I said, I love this sight I love this skyline, towers rising from the trees White bars on a blue graph, not exactly flapping in the breeze Cast upon a great white plaza Filtered down through architects' maps A stand of glassy super-structures Rising from the sprawling city flats Streaming to the blue sea, gleaming like beluga Reducing to teeming atoms and a shimmering in the wind Hope you have your camera, hope you have some paper Because if no one gets this down, then it's gone forever This is the elevator, I press all the buttons Every floor is different, a different number anyway The marble in the lobby, the silent corridors Is this the new church, out of which no one pours I feel I'm rising higher, I must be in the clouds by now I knew it when I saw it, I picked the right office tower I feel I heard it lift off, break away from all the rest Lifting its great heaviness