three years is a long long time to fly standby and pillow talk from a cellular phone isn t healthy neither am i i read your reply from the hand scribbled rose to your heart felt goodbye so please destroy the letters you saved with the flowers i sent to you pressed between pages of lies your scrapbook is open for service so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages are white one thing is certain the sun will rise and i ll keep flying i fold my arms stare to the ceiling and wonder how is the weather there i read your reply from the hand scribbled rose to your heart felt goodbye i read your reply and i fail to believe that your words don t decieve me so please destroy the letters you saved with the flowers i sent to you pressed between pages of lies your scrapbook is open for service so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages are white airports aren t the way they once were no more waiting through tall windows for her return i ll turn up i ll turn up i ll turn up the sound of loneliness so please destroy the letters you saved with the flowers i sent to you pressed between pages of lies your scrapbook is open for service so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages so please destroy the letters you saved with the flowers i sent to you pressed between pages of lies your scrapbook is open for service so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages are white