• wonderingwanderer@sopuli.xyz
        1·
        4 days ago

        What are the real lyrics? I was going off of memory so it’s more likely I was mishearing the mental playback in my head from probably over a decade ago when the last time I heard that song

        • TheStaffmaster@lemmy.world
          1·
          2 days ago

          (The Line breaks mean you pause as you recite the lyrics. This creates the proper cadence for the song)

          In a white room

          with Black curtains

          At the Station

          Black roof country

          No gold pavements

          Tired Starlings

          Sliver Horses

          ran down moonbeams

          On your dark eyes

          Dawn light smiles

          On your leaving

          My contentment

          I’ll wait

          in this place

          Where the sun

          never shines

          I 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

          As I walked out,

          felt my own need,

          just beginning

          I’ll wait

          in the queue

          When the trains

          Come back,

          Lie with you

          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 gets morning,

          goodbye windows,

          tired starlings

          I’ll sleep

          in this place

          with the

          lonely crowd

          Lie in the dark,

          Where

          The shadows

          Run

          From themselves