In a 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 when the shadows run
from themselves
You said no strings could secure you
At the station
Platform ticket restless diesels
goodbye win-dows
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 quere 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 the dark eyes
She's just dressing goodbye windows
tried starling
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run
from themselves