Ice Machine - S.P.O.C.K

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