However every things fine
Everything comes in it's own good time
Pictures of people in magazines
I think that they're trying to tell me something
Pictures of people I've never met
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 I'm pleased to meet you
Pictures of people I could believe in
If there was a way I could touch and feel them
I never see the same again
And I never see the same again, yeah
The kindness of strangers
The kindness of strangers
Come down through the airwaves
Come down through the airwaves
Just searching for something
Left at the side of the road
Pictures of people, people around me
Never run out of things to tell them
Pictures of people, here in my mind
I carry them with me, all of the time
I never see the same again
And I never see the same again, yeah
What's left of you, what's left of you my friend
What's left of you, what's left of you my friend
How can I miss you, I've never met you
Pictures of people, pictures of people
How can I miss you, I've never met you