Ice Machine

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 t

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 t