The Empty City Lyrics - Jane Siberry

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