Ah, in a white room with black curtains, near the stations

Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings

Silver horses, run down moonbeams in your dark eyes

Drawnlight smiles on your 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 from the old wound now frogotten

Yellow tiggers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes

She's just dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings



I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back

Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves