Running through my head secretly
The shouts of the boys in the factory
I ring you on the telephone silently

Like blood, like 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, as a feeling, on my window

Of a past 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 place (face?)
We met before in the street

Recalling all the children dancing at our feet

The dancing feet, dancing feet