Paroles de Ice Machine

Running through my head secretly Shout at the boys in the factory I'll ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom sea A letter, once composed Seven years long and as tall as a tree Reading on the wall Efficient, efficiency Resurrect, as a feeling on my window, of a past reunion A vision of a picture like the city and 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