Running through my head secretly The shout of the boys in the factory I'll ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like wine in the darkroom scene Darkroom scene
A letter once composed Seven years long And as tall as a tree Written on the wall efficient Efficiency
Resurrect, as a feeling, on my window, Of a past reunion Resurrect as a feeling on my window Of a past reunion Mission 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 Their dancing feet Dancing feet