Smoke - Ben Folds Five

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 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

And 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 an evening dark with shame

(Throw it on the fire)

Here’s a time I took the blame

(Throw it on the fire)

Here is a time 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