Ice Machine - Depeche Mode

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, oh, darkroom scene

A letter once composed

Seven years long and as tall as a tree

Reading on the wall

Emissions, efficiency

Efficiency, oh, efficiency

Resurrect

As a feeling

On my window

Of a past reunion

Resurrect as a feeling

On my window of a past reunion

Visions of a picture

Like the city

And the air we breathe

The air we breathe, oh, 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, oh, dancing feet