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, 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