(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