White Room (Live in Birmingham, England, 1986)

We're gonna do a song of, uh-, I mean, a song- a show of songs

From different parts of, uh, the calendar

These are the old ones we're gonna do first of all

And I hope you remember them

One, two, one

In the white room with black curtains, by 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

I walked into such a sad time at the station

When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

I'll wait in this place, where the sun never shines

Wait in this place, 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 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

Thank you