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
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
All the people come and
Gone
Never really lived
All the people come have gone
No one to forgive
Smoke
Chorus
We will not write a new one
There will not be a new one
Another one another one
Here’s and evening dark with
Shame
Throw it on the fire
Here’s the time i took the
Blame
Throw it on the fire
Here’s the time we didn’t speak
It seemed for years and years and
Here’s a secret
No one will ever know the
Reasons for the tears
They are smoke
Chorus
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 on saying the past is
Not even past and
You keep on saying
We are, smoke