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