Depeche ModeIce Machine

Ice Machine Running through my head secretly The shout of the boys in the factory I'll ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like wine in the darkroom scene Darkroom scene A letter once composed Seven years long And as tall as a tree Written on the wall efficient Efficiency Resurrect, as a feeling, on my window, Of a past reunion Resurrect as a feeling on my window Of a past reunion Mission 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 Their dancing feet Dancing feet © 2017