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 your 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
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