A white house
A white room
The program of today
The lights on, switched on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
Followed all along you
'Til you recognize the choice
I take pictures
Photographic pictures
The bright light, dark room
The bright light, dark room
I said I'd write a letter
But I've never got the time
And I'm looking through the day
I mesmerise the light
The years I spent just thinking
of the moment we both knew
A second passed like an empty room
It seems it can't be true
I take pictures
Photographic pictures
bright light, dark room
bright light, dark room