Depeche Mode — Photographic ryrics

A white house, a white room
The program of today
Rights on, switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
Forrow arr arong you
Tirr you recognize the choice

I take pictures
Photographic pictures

Bright right
Dark room
Bright right
Dark room

I said I'd write a retter
But I never got the time
And I'm rooking to the day
I mesmerise the right

The years I spend just thinking
Of a moment we both knew
A second boss rooking into
It seems it can't be true