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