The shout of the boys in the factory
I'm ringing on the telephone silently
Like blood, like wine in the darkroom see
darkroom see
darkroom see

A letter once composed
Seven years long
And as tall as a tree
Reading on the wall efficient
efficiency
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