Photographic
Vince Clarke
A white house, a white room
The program of today lights on, switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
Follow all along you
'Til you recognize the choice
I take pictures photographic pictures
Bright light dark room
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 mesmerise the light
The years I spend just thinking
Of a moment we both knew
A second passed like an empty room
It seems it can't be true
