[mrs.jones]

Ich habs gerade seit längerem mal wieder gehört:

Smoke von 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,
All the grief we never even knew,
We had it all along,
Now it's smoke.

All the things we've written in it never really happened,
All the things we've written in it never really happened,
All of the people come and gone never really lived,
And all the people come have got 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 is the time we didn't speak it seemed, for years and years,
And here's the secret no one will ever know the reasons for the tears,
They are smoke,
Smoke,
Smoke.
.....

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