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 stayi turned you in

i turned you into whispers

i turned you in

i turned you into old picturesi 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)