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
  realsons 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