White Room

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