Depeche Mode - Photographic

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
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom

I said I'd write a letter
But I never got the time
And I'm looking to the day
I mesmerize the light

The years I spend just thinking
Of a moment we both knew
A second boss like an empty room
It seems it can't be true

I take pictures
Photographic pictures

Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom

I take pictures
Photographic pictures

Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom
Bright light
Darkroom

Written by:
Vince Clarke

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