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 She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
And 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 And I walked in 'bout a bad time at the station As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning, yeah-yeah!
And 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
And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines Cry in the dark where the shadows run from themselves