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
