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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|  | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | 
 
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