In a white room with black curtains, by the stations
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
When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I'll wait in this place where the Sun never shines
Wait in this place 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 dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
I'll wait in this place where the Sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves