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