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 the grief we never even knew,
We had it all along,
Now it's,
Smoke

All 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,
And all the people 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 is the view we didn't speak, it seemed, for years and years,
And here's the secret no-one will ever know
No reasons for the tears,
Made of smoke
Smoke
Smoke

We will not write a new one
There will never be a new one,
Another one,
Another one
Another one

Where do all the secrets live,
They travel in the air
You can smell them when they burn,
Travelling

Those who say the past is not dead,
Come and smell the smoke
You keep saying the past is no dead,
Stop and smell the smoke
You keep on saying the past is not even past,
You keep saying,
We are smoke
Smoke