White Room

White Room - The Hit Crew

In the white room with black curtains

Near the station

Black roof country 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 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