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