White room (Eric Clapton)

In the white room, with black curtains by the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in her dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you leavin' my contentment

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves, yea

You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesel, goodbye window
And I walked into such a sad time at the station
Then I walked out, felt my own need just beginnin'

I'll wait in the queue, when the trains gone by
Lyin' 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 tiger crouched in jungle in her dark eyes
Now she's dressing, goodbye window, tired starling

Shall I wait in this place, where the sun never shines
Wait in this place, where the shadows run from themselves

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