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 Oooh the darkroom scene A letter Once composed Seven years long and as tall as a tree Reading On the wall Emissions, efficiency Efficiency Oooh 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 Oooh 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 Ooooh dancing feet Oooooh...