Smoketown

Music by Some Swords

Lyrics by Jeremy Quillo

And if you wander through

My section labeled “fiction”

You will stumble on a chapter

About a nuclear reactor

That explodes when someone sings

The perfect note, then it brings

A final end to this winter

And if we mend, we can get there 

So let’s…

And I’ve heard that…

The one remaining ocean

Finally was found

I promise we won’t drown

The one remaining hope is

Not much farther now

We’ll make it back to Smoketown

Smoketown

And if you wonder where

The golden finch has landed,

It is perched upon the hand

Of a girl who’s made of sand

As she wanders through the Highlands,

She’ll refuse to be an island

On a sea of hills and horses

She jumps on and changes course

So watch her

Forty hours left to drive

From the west, ‘til we arrive

Forty hours left to

Hours left to

Hours