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