Ice Machine
Running through my head secretly
The shout of the boys in the factory
I'm ringing on the telephone silently
Like blood, like the wine
In the darkroom scene
darkroom scene
darkroom see
A letter once composed
Seven years long
And as tall as a tree
Reading on the wall efficient
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
Their dancing feet
Dancing feet.