In a white room   With black curtains   Near the stations   Blackroof 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 het 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      (I love you Itzel)