And all the sadness, all the rage
Rip out the binding and tear the glue
And all of the grief we never even knew
All the things we've written
And it never really happened
All of the people come and gone
All the people come, have gone
There will not be a new one
Here's a time I took the blame
it seems for years and years
The reasons for the tears, they are
We will not write a new one
There will never be a new one,
Where do all the secrets live?
You can't smell them when they burn,
Those who say the past is not dead,
well, stop and smell the smoke
You keep saying the past is not dead,
well, stop and smell the smoke
the past is not even past
I don't know what came over me.