Ice Machine
Vince Clarke
Running through my head secretly
The shout of the boys in the factory
I'll 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
Written on the wall efficient, 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
Mission of a picture like the city and the air we breathe
The air we breathe, the 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
