Текст песни Depeche Mode - Ice Machine
Depeche Mode - Ice Machine слова песни
Running through my head secretlyThe shouts of the boys in the factoryI ring you on the telephone silentlyLike blood, like wine in the darkroom sceneThe darkroom scene, darkroom sceneA letter, once composedSeven years long and as tall as a treeReading on the wallEmissions, efficiencyEfficiency, efficiencyResurrect, as a feeling, on my windowOf a past reunionResurrect as a feeling on my windowOf a past reunionVision of a picture like the cityAnd the air we breatheThe air we breathe, air we breatheShe stood beside me once againI knew her faceWe met before in the streetRecalling all the children dancing at our feetThe dancing feet, dancing feet