Artist:Jane Siberry
Song:The Empty City
The outline of the cityThe sheerness of its height
I thought that i was kidding
Whe 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