Smoke Signals - Night Terrors Of 1927

Woke up again, from the same dream I’ve been having

In the house, our parents took a chance

The alarms, sirens and the thunder

It all fell apart, couldn’t make it last

So young that I, I hardly remember

But those years are far beyond my reach

In the woods, deep behind our houses

Lit our books on fire, ashes to the breeze

Turn on all the lights

This is not my life

And we float

Like signals out of smoke

Passed everything we know

This is not my, this is not my

This is not my life

The power lines cut across the old stream

Wildfires cloud the city lights

It built high, felt just like an old dream

Couldn’t tell apart what I thought from what I said

All the stuff alight

This is not my life

So we float

Like signals out of smoke

Passed everything we know

This is not my, this is not my

This is not my life

This is not my life

And we float

Like signals out of smoke

Passed everything we know

This is not my, this is not my

This is not my…

And we know

That nothing’s set in stone

All the stories we were told

This is not my, this is not my

This is not my life

This is not my, this is not my

This is not my life