1 rule
2o lines macks


ill spit first


In the white room with black curtains near 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'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;/
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves./