This is the clock up on the wall, this is the story of us all and this is the first sound of a new born child before he starts to crawl. This is the war that's never won, this is the soldier and his gun and this is the mother waiting by the phone praying for her son. Pictures of you, pictures of me - hung up on your wall for the world to see. Pictures of you, pictures of me - remind us all of what we used to be. There is a drug that cures it all. Blocked by the governmental wall, we are the scientists inside the lab just waiting for the call. This earthquake weather has got me shaking; inside I'm high up and dry. Confess to me every secret moment, every stolen promise you believe. Confess to me all that lies between us, all that lies between you and me. We are the boxes in the ring. We are the bells that never sing. There is a title we can't win no matter how hard we must swing. Pictures of you, pictures of me - remind us all of what we could have been