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