White Room
Jack Bruce, Pete Brown / Cream: Wheels of Fire (1968)
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In the | white room | with black | curtains | | | near the | stations. | | | |
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| | | Blackroof | country, | no gold | pavements | , | | tired | starlings, | | | |
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| | | Silver | horses | run down | moonbeams | | | in your | dark eyes. | | | |
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| | | Dawnlight | smiles | on your | leaving | , | | my con | tentment. | | | |
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| I'll | wait in this | place where the | sun never | shines. |
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| Wait in this | place where the | shadows | run from them | selves. | |
You said no strings could secure you at the stations. | |
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. | |
I walked into such a sad time at the station. | |
As I walked out felt my own need just beginning. | |
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back. | |
I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves. | |
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At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. | |
Consolation from the old wound now forgotten. | |
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. | |
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. | |
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd, | |
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. | |
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