White Room

White Room - Indie Rock

In the white room with black curtains near the station

Black roof country no gold pavements tired starlings

Silver horses run 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