"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

Till 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 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



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

..."