WHITE ROOM 

WRITERS PETE BROWN, JACK BRUCE



In a white room With black curtains Near the stations Blackroof country No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams In your dark eyes Dawn-light smiled On you leaving My contentment I'll wait in this place Where the sun never shines Wait in this place Were the shadows run from themselves You said no things Could secure you At the station Platform tickets Restless diesels Goodbye windows In 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 wounds Now forgotten Yellow tigers Crouched in jungles In het dark eyes She's just dressing Goodbye windows Tired starlings I'll sleep in this place With the lonely crowd Life in the dark Where the shadows run from themselves