WHITE ROOM

In the white room, with black curtains In the station Black roof country, no gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses, run 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 Bad from ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows I walked into such a sadtime at the station As I walked out felt my own need just beginning I'll wait in the cue when the trains come back I 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 He's just dressing goodbye windows, tired starling I'll sleep in this place, with the lonely crowd Hide in the dark where the shadows run from themselves