Tác giả : Depeche Mode
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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 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