It feels too late. I've seen the signs

The smoke has filled your lungs we're finally out of time

The smoke alarm's been ringing all these years

We learned to sleep right through the sound

Of a silent engineer

These are the best times of our lives

Feels way too late to make things great when viewed through tired eyes.

We can't go back to chasing dreams and reckless summer nights

that made us feel alive

We like to talk in circles and sharpen all our tongues

Like knives we swear we didn't have

while piercing both our lungs

The Silent engineer climbs through the blaze

While we are fighting for our lives

To keep the dream alive

So now were left here asking why

Hanging on to what we can just trying to survive

We can't go back to chasing dreams and reckless summer nights that makes us feel alive