From this vantage point I might feel inclined to reminisce Instead, I witness myself politely declining, stacking mile upon mile of distance between us Stacking smoke, curtains for film noir Mirrors of sand, portraits charcoal and grime Figure us out once for all. Stacking smoke Figures of speech, free from harm, like blackbird figurines fall silent on our high-rise Stacking smoke Unbeknownst to all, turn to your partner in grime Unbefitting of smokestacks, we lit up the skyline and true to our word built a forest of smoke. And stone, hew me from you, a scarecrow statue to clothe these wayward bones Mirrors of sand, portraits charcoal and grime Figure us out once for all. Stacking smoke Figures of speech, free from harm, like blackbird figurines fall silent on our high-rise Stacking smoke And fall as we did, aware that we might have that night blotted out Blotted out of a wayward, weary memory of arson and a dream and an eerie echo will ricochet off a sole defiant chimney Mirrors of sand, portraits charcoal and grime Figure us out once for all. Stacking smoke Figures of speech, free from harm, like blackbird figurines fall silent on our high-rise Stacking smoke Mirrors of sand, portraits charcoal and grime Figure us out once for all. Stacking smoke Figures of speech, free from harm, like blackbird figurines strewn like pebbles from our high-rise Stacking smoke Burning through poorly mended picture frames and the last of my midnight oil An arsonist’s tale henceforth lost to all For the life of me, I dare not recall