In the white room,
With black curtains, 
Near the station...
Blackroof country, 
No gold pavements, 
Tired starlings...
Silver horses [bad word] down moonbeams 
In your dark eyes...
Dawnlight smiles 
On your leaving 
My contentment...

"I wait 
In this place
Where the sun 
Never shines,
I wait 
In this place 
Where the [bad word] 
From themselves".

You said no strings 
Could secure you 
At the station;
Platform ticket, 
Restless diesel, 
Goodbye windows;
I walked into 
Such a sad time 
At the station;
As I walked out 
Felt my own need 
Just beginning...

"I wait 
In the cue - 
Where the trains [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 only 
Now forgotten;
Yellow tigers 
Crouched in jungles 
In your dark eyes;
She just dressing 
Goodbye windows, 
Tired starlings.

I sleep 
In this place 
With a lonely crowd,
Lie 
In the dark - 
Where the [bad word] 
From themselves...