In a white room with black curtains near the station Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired stylings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes No one smiling as you're leaving my contentment I 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 train comes back Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd Consolation from the old wounds now forgotten Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired stylings I sleep in this place with the lonely crowds Cry in the dark where the shadows run from themselves