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