Depeche Mode – Ice Machine

Running through my head secretly

The shout of the boys in the factory

I’m ringing on the telephone silently

Like blood, like wine in the darkroom see

darkroom see

darkroom see

A letter once composed

Seven years long

And as tall as a tree

Reading on the wall efficient

efficiency

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