In the white room
With black curtains
Near the station
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
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
She's just dressing,
Goodbye windows,
Tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place
With the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves