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.