Cream - White Room
| Előadó: | Cream |
|---|---|
| Album: | Wheels Of Fire |
| Megjelenés: | 1968 |
| Hossz: | 4:56 |
| Szövegírók: |
Pete Brown |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Jack Bruce |
| Kiadó: | Polydor |
| Stílus: | psychedelic rock |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 4047 alkalommal
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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