21 acessos
In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black country roof no gold pavements tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you leaving my contentment
I'll wait in this place were the sun never shines
wait in this places where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
platform ticket restless diesels goodbye windows
I walked in to 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 sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves