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 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 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's the time we didn't speak   it seemed for years and years and years   Here's a secret   No one will ever know the   reasons for the tears   They are smoke      We will never 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   Stop and smell the smoke   You keep on saying the past is not even the past   And you keep saying   We are, smoke   Smoke, smoke