Old Pictures

Let these pages fly away
Flagpoles in the sun
Same saturday
And reflected off a window is where you’ll stay
Where you’ll stay
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you in
I turned you into old pictures
I build you out of nothing to have you near
I remembered you on trains
So now you’re on every train i hear
Repeat chorus
I wished that you were gone
So you’re gone
Repeat first verse
Repeat chorus