In the white room, with black curtain, by the station
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in her dark eyes
The dawnlight smile 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 diesel, goodbye window
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 this 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 window, tired starlings
I'll wait in the queue
When the trains come around
Wait here with you
Where the shadows run from themselves