White Room

In the white room With black curtains Near the station Black country roof No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams In your dark eyes Dawn light smiles On you leaving My contentment I'll wait in this place Were the sun never

In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment. I'll wait in this place where the su