| Lyrics: | In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements,
tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight 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 |
