Smoke

	Artist：ben folds five
	Songs Title：smoke
	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
	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 past
	And you keep saying
	We are, smoke
	Smoke, smoke

	Artist: ben folds five
	Songs Title: smoke
	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
	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 past
	And you keep saying
	We are, smoke
	Smoke, smoke