In a white room with black curtains Near 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 when the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you At the station Platform ticket restless diesels goodbye win-dows 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 quere 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 the dark eyes She's just dressing goodbye windows tried starling I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves