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 and 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 that 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, 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 on saying the past   Is not even past   And you keep saying   We are, smoke, smoke, smoke