• 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