White Room

In the white room with black curtains in the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses, brightening 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 in 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 this place where the sun never shines
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves