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
Ill 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.
Ill 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 wound now forgotten. / Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. / Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; / Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
CREAM (1968) – WHITE ROOM
Etiquetas: guitar heroe
