In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver [bad word] down moonbeams in your dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the [bad word] from themselves

You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
And I walked in 'bout a bad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning, yeah-yeah!

And I'll wait in the queue when the [bad word] back
Lie with you where the [bad word] 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
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Cry in the dark where the [bad word] from themselves