Cream – White Room

In the white room with black curtains
Near the station
Black roof country no grove pavements tired starlings
Silver horses Ran down movies in your 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 stings could you secure you at the station
Black form ticket
Restless easel
Good bye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As i walked out i felt my own need just beginning
Ill wait in the q where the trains come by
Fly with you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Potation for the o room now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She’s just blessing goodbye windows tired starlings
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves