White Room


White Room - Cream


In the white room with black

Curtains near 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 sleep in this place


With the lonely crowd;


Lie in the dark where the shadows

Run from themselves