In the white room with black curtains near the station Black roof country no gold pavements tired starlings Silver horses run 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 Now she's dressing goodbye windows tired starlings I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back Or lie with you where the shadows run from themselves