Drowning

Now the water's rising up. City's in the sea. Now the water's rising up. Tide's over ten floors high. Windows crack and burst. Tide's over ten floors high. From Brooklyn, I can't see Broadway. cnd the ocean comes. “It's coming,” some say. cnd the taxi horns, they sound like whale cries. cnd I sing to you though the waters rise. New York is drowning now. Bubble as it falls. New York is drowning now. Can you see the ocean curve—wider than your dreams? Can you see the ocean curve? See the horizon smooth? Sun settles down.