Nothing gets done.

Everyones tired.

Everythings fine.

Everything comes in its own good time

Pictures of people in magazines

think that they're trying to tell me something.

Pictures of people ive never met 

living inside my tv set.

My heart gets so cold 

Driving around this town

feel like dr. shivago lost in chicago.

Pictures of people. 

Never alone or confused just looking for something left at the side of the road

pictures of people

i never talk to

i want to say 'im pleased to meet you'

pictures of people

i could believe in 

if there was a way i could touch and feel them

I'll never see the same again

I'll never see the same again, yeah

Everything gets quite

I need help to remember

feel no regret.

Kindness of strangers

come down through the airwaves

never alone or afraid

just searching for something left at the side of the road

pictures of people

people around me

never run out of things to tell me

pictures of people

here in my mind

i carry them with me all of the time

i'll never see the same again

i'll never see the same again

whats left of you, whats left of you my friend?

whats left of you, whats left of you my friend?

how can i miss you ive never met you

how can i miss you

ive never met you