White Room (Live) - Eric Clapton
In the white room
With black curtains By the station
Blackroof country no gold pavements tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight 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
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
She's just dressing goodbye windows tired starlings
I will in this place with the song never jump
Waiting the space
Where the shadows run from themselves