Depeche Mode — Ice Machine [live]
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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
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 face
We met before in the street
Recalling all the children dancing at our feet
The dancing feet, dancing feet
The ice machine, ice machine
The ice machine, ice machine
The ice machine, ice machine
The ice machine, ice machine
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
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 face
We met before in the street
Recalling all the children dancing at our feet
The dancing feet, dancing feet
The ice machine, ice machine
The ice machine, ice machine
The ice machine, ice machine
The ice machine, ice machine
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
Краткое описание
This song, «Ice Machine» by Depeche Mode, captures a sense of secrecy and nostalgia. The lyrics depict running thoughts, telephone conversations, and references to a darkroom scene. The song explores themes of efficiency and past reunions, evoking emotions and memories. The imagery of an ice machine is repeated throughout the song, adding a touch of mystery. Overall, «Ice Machine» invites listeners to reflect on personal experiences and the passage of time.