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

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