Testo di Ice Machine

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 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