In the white room, With black curtains, Near the station... Blackroof country, No gold pavements, Tired starlings... Silver horses Run down moonbeams In your dark eyes... Dawnlight smiles On your leaving My contentment...
"I wait In this place Where the sun Never shines, I 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 windows; I walked into Such a sad time At the station; As I walked out Felt my own need Just beginning...
"I wait In the cue - Where 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 only Now forgotten; Yellow tigers Crouched in jungles In your dark eyes; She just dressing Goodbye windows, Tired starlings.
I sleep In this place With a lonely crowd, Lie In the dark - Where the shadows run From themselves...