Текст песни Depeche Mode - Photographic (Some Bizarre Version)

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 mesmerize the light

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

I take pictures
Photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room
Bright light, dark room

I take pictures
Photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room
Bright light, dark room

Bright light, dark room
Bright light, dark room
Bright light, dark room
Bright light, dark room
Bright light