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 smiles

On you leaving

My contentment...

And 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 tickets

Restless diesels

Goodbye windows

I walked into

Such a sad time

At the station

As I walked out

Felt my own need

Just beginning

And I'll wait in the queue

As the trains come back

Lie in the dark

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 your dark eyes

She's just dressing

Goodbye windows

Tired starlings

And I'll wait in this place

With the lonely crowd

Lie in the dark

Where the shadows run from themselves