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
Dark night 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 walk down 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 room 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
Ah
Ah ah
Boy