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
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 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