Ice Machine Depeche Mode текст и слова песни

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 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

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