Leaf by Leaf page by page

Throw this book away

All the sadness all the rage

Throw this book away

Rip out the binding, 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 of the people come and gone

Never really lived

All of the people have come have gone



No one to forgive smoke

We will never 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's the time we didn't speak

it seemed for years and years

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

Stop and smell the smoke

You keep on saying the past is not dead

Come on and smell the smoke

You keep saying the past is not even past

You keep saying

We are, smoke