Depeche Mode - Ice Machine

Ice Machine

Running through my head secretly
The shout of the boys in the factory
I will 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
the ir dancing feet
dancing feet