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