In a 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 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
Lying with you here, where the shadows run from themselves