Leaf by leaf, 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 ever knew We had it all along Now its smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened 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 never 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'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 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 the past is not even past You keep saying We are smoke, smoke, smoke