Depeche Mode Ice Machine
Running through my head secretly
Shouts of the boys in the factory,
I ring you on the telephone silently
Like ???, 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,
written (reading?) on the wall
Efficient, efficiency
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
the dancing feet,
dancing feet.
