White Room (Live)

In the white room with black curtains by the station

Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings

Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes

Dawnlight 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

When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

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

Wait in the dark 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

Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

I'll wait in the queue where the trains come around

Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves