Depeche Mode – Photographic

A white house, a white room

The program of today

Light`s on, switch on

Your eyes are far away

The map represents you

And the tape is your voice

Follow all along you

Till you recognize the choice

I take pictures, photographic pictures

Bright light, dark room

I said I`d write a letter

But I never got the time

And I`m looking to the day

I mesmerize at night

The years I spent just thinking

Of a moment we both knew

A second past like in empty room

It seems it can`t be true

Bright light, dark room