Ice Machine (24/48 PCM Stereo)

Running through my head secretly

The shouts of the boys in the factory

I ring you on the telephone silently

Like blood, like wine in the darkroom sceneThe darkroom scene, darkroom sceneA letter, once composed

Seven years long and as tall as a tree

Reading on the wall

Emissions, efficiencyEfficiency, efficiencyResurrect, as a feeling, on my window

Of a past reunionResurrect as a feeling on my window

Of a past reunion

Vision of a picture like the city

And the air we breatheThe air we breathe, air we breatheShe stood beside me once again

I knew her face

We met before in the street

Recalling all the children dancing at our feetThe dancing feet, dancing feet

Songwriters

CLARKE, VINCEPublished by

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