In the 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
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
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 lonely crowd
Lie in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves
