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 wine in the darkroom see darkroom see 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 Mission 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