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...