Text: Depeche Mode. Ice Machine.

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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
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