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