darling engineer / how your monuments grow   tearing heaven’s frames / ‘til the firmaments show   tell me how sound they stand      spacious absence, vistas painted blue   the workers break at noon / tired of views they build   let’s stick with the plans / they’re out of our hands   let’s stick with the plans   we’ll let the ground hold us down      like an arabesque / curving elegant lines   into weight and mass / laid to rest in the sky   softly how eyes climb the rise      carbon sketches forced to fit the form   the iron bends the storm / this building will stand tall   we kept all our plans / traced in the sand   we let all our plans / sift from our hands   all that’s left melts to glass