White Room

In a white room with black curtains

Near the stations black roof country

No gold pavements tired starlings

Silver horses ran down moonbeams

In your dark eyes dawn-light smiled

On you leaving my contentment

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in this place were the shadows run from themselves

You said no things could secure you

At the station platform tickets

Restless diesels goodbye windows

In 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 wounds

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 life in the dark

Where the shadows run from themselves