Old Pictures

Let these pages fly away Flag poles in the sun, same Saturday 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 turned you in I turned you into whispers 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 turned you in I turned you into whispers 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 I turned you in I turned you into whispers I turned you in I turned you into old pictures and whispers