[Intro: . . . . . [in 5/4]: . . Gm F Dm C.....Gm F Dm C. . .A [In 4/4]:. . . .
. . . . . . Dm . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . Bb . . . . .C . . . Dm . .F. .G. . . . Bb . . . . .C . . . . Dm . . . . C . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . .Bb . . C . . Dm . . . F. G . Bb . C
In the white room . .with black curtains . . near the station.. . . . . . . . . .Black-roof country . . no gold pavements . . . tired . starlings.
Silver horses. . . run down moonbeams. . . .in your dark eyes. . .
Dawn-light smi--iles on you leaving. . .my contentment. . . Bb F . . . . C . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . Bb . . . . . . . . A . . . . . C . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bb . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . D
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 here with you where the shadows run from themselves. ....Intro[5]... Gm F Dm C.....Gm F Dm C....[4].A
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 lo-onely crowd . .
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. ...»Intro
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ALBUM
In the white room...with black curtains...near the station. Black-roof country...no gold pavements... tired starlings.
Silver horses.......run down moonbeams 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 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. Intro
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.
Am* Chords: [try capo 2] : : : :
[Intro: in 5] . . . Dm C Am G.....Dm C Am G.....E . . . [In 4],,, [drums need re-pitching for these chords]
. . . . . . Am . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . F G . . . . . . . . . Am . .C . . D . .F .G . . . . . . . Am . . . .G . . . . . . . D . . . . . . .F G . . . . Am
In the white room . . .with black curtains . . . near the station. . . . .Black-roof country . . no gold pavements . . tired starlings. C D F G
Silver horses . . . .run down moonbeams . . . in your dark eyes. . .
Dawn-light smiles on you leavin'. . . .my contentment. . . .C D F C G . . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . E . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . .D . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . A
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines . . . Wait in this place where the shadows they run from themselves.
. . . . . . Am . . . . . . G . . . . . . D . . . . . . F .G . . . . Am . .C . . D . .F .G . . . . . Am . .G . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . .F G . . . . . . . . Am
You said no strings could secure you at the station. . . . . . . .
Platform ticket, . . restless diesels. . . . . . goodbye windows. .C D F G
I walked into such a sad time at the station. . .
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. .C D F C G . . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . E . . . . . .G . . . . . . .D . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . A I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back . .
Lie with you where the shadows they run from themselves.
Intro: . . . Dm C Am G.....Dm C Am G.....E
. . . . . . Am . . . G . . . . . . . . D . . . . F G . . . . Am . . . . . .C . . D . .F G . . . . . Am . .G . . . . . . . D . . . . . . .F G . . . . Am
At the party . . . she was kindness in the hard crowd. . . . . . . . . . .
Consolation . . for the old wound now forgotten. C D F G
Yellow tigers . . crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. . .
. . . . . . . She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. . .C D F C G . . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . E . . . . . .G . . . . . . . .D . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . A I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd . . . .
Lie in the dark where the shadows they run from themselves.
Intro: . . . Dm C Am G.....Dm C Am G.....E