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 --- Old Pictures - Something for Kate