In a white room
With black curtains
Near the stations

Blackroof country
No gold pavements
Tired starlings

Silver horses
Ran down moonbeams
In your dark eyes

Dawn-light smiled
On you leaving
My contentment

I'll wait in this place
Where the sun never shines
Wait in this place

Were the shadows run from themselves
You said no things
Could secure you

At the station
Platform tickets
Restless diesels

Goodbye windows
In 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 wounds
Now forgotten
Yellow tigers

Crouched in jungles
In het dark eyes
She's just dressing

Goodbye windows
Tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place

With the lonely crowd
Life in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves