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 the wine in the darkroom scene The darkroom scene, oh, darkroom scene A letter once composed Seven years long and as tall as a tree Reading on the wall Emissions, efficiency Efficiency, oh, efficiency Resurrect As a feeling On my window Of a past reunion Resurrect as a feeling On my window of a past reunion Visions of a picture Like the city And the air we breathe The air we breathe, oh, 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, oh, dancing feet