Smoke

Leaf by leaf and page by page
 Throw this book away
 All the sadness, all the rage
 Throw this book away
 Rip out the binding and tear the glue
 And all of the grief we never even knew
 We had it all along
 Now it's smoke
 The things we've written in it
 Never really happened
 All the things we've written in it
 Never really happened
 And all of the people come and gone
 Never really lived
 All the people come have gone
 No one to forgive
 Smoke
 We will not write a new one
 There will not be a new one
 Another one, another one
 Here's an evening dark with shame
 (Throw it on the fire)
 Here's the time I took the blame
 (Throw it on the fire)
 Here is the time when we didn't speak
 It seems, for years and years
 And here's a secret
 No one will ever know
 The reasons for the tears
 They are smoke
 Smoke
 Smoke
 We will not write a new one
 There will not be a new one
 Another one, another one
 Where do all the secrets live?
 They travel in the air
 You can smell them when they burn
 They travel
 Those who say the past is not dead
 Can stop and smell the smoke
 You keep saying the past is not dead
 Well, stop and smell the smoke (You keep saying)
 You keep on saying the past is not even past (You keep saying)
 And you keep saying (You keep saying)
 We are smoke
 Smoke
 Smoke