| 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 |
| 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 mesmerise the light |
| The years I spend just thinking |
| Of a moment we both knew |
| A second boss looking into |
| It seems it can’t be true |
