White room

In a white room with black curtains in the station Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you at the station Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows I walked into, such a sad time, at the station As I walked out, felt my own need, just beginning I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd Consolation for the old wound now forgotten Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings I'll sleep in this place with the lo-onely crowd Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves