Ice Machine

Running through my head secretly

The shouts of the boys in the factory

I ring you on the telephone silently

Like blood, like wine in the darkroom scene

The darkroom scene, darkroom scene

A letter, once composed

Seven years long and as tall as a tree

Reading on the wall

Emissions, efficiency

Efficiency, efficiency

Resurrect, as a feeling, on my window

Of a past reunion

Resurrect as a feeling on my window

Of a past reunion

Vision of a picture like the city

And the air we breathe

The air we breathe, air we breathe

She stood beside me once again

I knew her face

We met before in the street

Recalling all the children dancing at our feet

The dancing feet, dancing feet