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 wished that you were gone | so you're gone
old pictures | something for kate
