Ice Machine (Lost Tapes)

Running through my head secretly
The shouts of the boys in the factory
I ring you on the telephone silentlyLike blood, like the wine in the darkroom scene
The darkroom scene
Oooh, oh, darkroom scene

A letter
Once composed
Seven years long and as tall as a tree
Reading
On the wall emissions, efficiency
Efficiency
Oooh 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
Oooh, 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
Ooooh, oh dancing feet

Oh hooooooh ah...