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