White Room

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