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)

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