Ice Machine (live in Liverpool)

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, emissions, efficiency
Efficiency, efficiency

Resurrect (resurrect)
As a feeling (as a feeling)
On my window (on my window)
Of a past (of a past) reunion (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
Yeah!

Yeah!