Rock Star Hour

My new favorite song

Smoke
by Ben Folds



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 reasons 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.

Labels: Ben Folds, Music