Ice Machine (Lost Tapes)

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, oh, darkroom scene
A letter once composed
Seven years long and as tall as a tree
Reading on the wall
Emissions, efficiency
Efficiency, oh, 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, oh, 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, oh, dancing feet