WHITE ROOM

Cream

In a 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 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.

At the party
she was kindness
in the hard crowd,

consolation
for the old room
now forgotten.

Yellow tigers
crouched in jungles
in her dark eyes.

It's just blessing,
goodbye windows,
tired starlings.

I'll sleep
in this place
with the law only cry.

Lie in the dark
where the shadows run
from themselves.

Soft karaoke
Words
Fretless Bass
Bright Acoustic Piano
Synth Voice (melody)
Overdriven Guitar
Hammond Organ
Synth Strings 1
Overdriven Guitar
Electric Guitar (clean)
Drums