Ice Mashine

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 
Darkroom scene 

A letter 
Once composed 
Seven years long and as tall as a tree 
On the wall 
Emissions, efficiency 


As a feeling 
In 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 The dancing feet, dancing feet