Depeche ModeIce Machine

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 scene The darkroom scene, darkroom scene A letter, once composed Seven years long and as tall as a tree Reading on the wall Emissions, 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
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