White Room Automation

In the white room with black curtains near the stationBlack roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlingsSilver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyesDawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentmentI'll wait in this place where the sun never shinesWait in this place where the shadows run from themselvesYou said no strings could secure you at the stationPlatform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windowsI walked into such a sad time at the stationAs I walked out, felt my own need just beginningI'll wait in the queue when the trains come backLie with you where the shadows run from themselvesAt the party she was kindness in the hard crowdConsolation for the old wound now forgottenYellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyesShe's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlingsI'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowdLie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves