CREAM - WHITE ROOM
(J. Bruce; P. Brown)
Polydor 59 235

In a white room with black curtains near the station
Blackroof country no gold pavements tired starlings
Silver horses run 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
I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation from the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just cressing goodbye windows tired starlings

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves