White Room

White Room - Graham Blvd

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 go on my eye

Lie with you

Where the shadows run from themselves