Photographic - Zeromancer

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