White Room by Eric Clapton

In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in her dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you 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
And I walked into such a sad time at the station
When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie here 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 tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
Now she's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

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

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