In the white room with black curtains by the station.
Blackroof country,
No gold pavements,
Tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams
In your dark eyes.
Dawnlight 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 at 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 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.

I'll wait in this place
Where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place
Where the shadows run from themselves.