Smoke Signals

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