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