(Written by Vince Clarke)
Oh white house, oh white moon
The program of today
The lights on, switched on
Your eyes are far away
A map represents you
Invitate is your voice
Followed all along you
Until you recognize the choice
I take pictures
Photographic pictures
The right light, got through
I set up all the way I'll wait up
That I never got the time
And I'm looking to the day
I mess my eyes at night
At least I spent your thinking
of a moment it was me
The second thought looking into
It seems to came in through
I take pictures
Photographic pictures
The right light, got through |