S.P.O.C.K: "Ice Machine" Lyrics

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