In a white room with black curtains
Near the stations blackroof country
No gold pavements
Tired starlings
Silver horses
Run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on your 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
I'll wait for you
Where the shadows run from themselves
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation from the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just cressing goodbye windows
Tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves