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

I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you in
I turned you into old pictures

I wished that you were gone
So you’re gone

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