White Room
In the white room, with black curtains, near the station
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on your leaving my contentment
I wait in this place - where the sun never shines
I wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesel, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out felt my own need just beginning
I wait in the cue - where 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 only now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in your dark eyes
She just dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I sleep in this place with a lonely crowd
Lie in the dark - where the shadows run from themselves
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on your leaving my contentment
I wait in this place - where the sun never shines
I wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesel, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out felt my own need just beginning
I wait in the cue - where 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 only now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in your dark eyes
She just dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I sleep in this place with a lonely crowd
Lie in the dark - where the shadows run from themselves